Summer
Summer
The summer is coming, first the spring than the summer,
it gets very hot we must not,
we must not get anyone shot.
From time to time, things may go very wrong,
then we must be so strong,
and learn to go peacefully along.
We must avoid a bummer,
allowing people to be told,
of advancement bold.
© 37 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith rhyme
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2023
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