July the Last Hurrah
Summer is ending; we can feel it
But we pretend we cannot
Slater our corn-on-the-cob with butter
Cutting generous slabs of watermelon
Ignoring the Back-to-School sales flyers stacking up in our box
July is the last hurrah.
The month we celebrate as wildly as we can
Knowing reality will soon set in
And school will begin
Because August is peeking her head in July's window.
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