Magic of Summer
two heads together
rosy cheeks
sticky fingers
dirty socks
running wild from swings to porch
lying like angels under the clouds
making shapes
hot balloons rise
over our heads
late day summer sun on the field
thumbs in mouths
eyes above
watch the magic of summer.
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