Summer

The best part?
The tire swing
All twisty and turny,
The smell of my sunscreen
(so I don’t get sunburny),
Big chunks of ice
In my mom’s lemonade,
The sprinkler
where hot skin can go to get sprayed,
Late bedtimes
With fireflies filling the night,
The crickets
all singing the sun out of sight.

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