Summer The beams of the sun shine down, On the street, on the river, on the town. The children play out doors, Frolicking on the grassy floors. Mums are picking roses, white, pink, and red, Searching for more in the flower bed. The dads are reading books, thin, thick and boring, They shall do this every day, Until the sun goes away.
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