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The slap of waves, the creak of oars
Gritty sand slides underfoot.
A shout of laughter, slam of doors
The summer sings to me.
From the buoy a faint bell rings,
As it tosses on the tide.
The smell of water, it all brings
A tear of sweetness to my eyes.
Boiled with sugar, taste the corn.
Tells me the seasons pleasures.
And here it is, July is born.
The sun is its proud mother.
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Swampetta ([email protected])
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© July
2004
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