Laura Elise Bray

Summer






Summer's like a bouncy ball,
jumping through a hoop.
Summer's like a piece of string,
tying in a loop.

Summer's like the setting sun,
Peeking through the hills.
Summer's like an angry banker,
calling to pay your bills.

Summer's like a restless puppy,
jumping up and down.
Summer's always happy,
so it never has a frown.

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