The summer cicadas,
the yellow sun,
the green Spanish moss,
the corrugated tin.
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And so it has come again,
with it have come
all the things I love,
and shamelessly frolic in.
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The summer lemonade,
the 'gator huntin',
the barbeque out on the porch,
the slow boat trips.
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With the end of may,
the sweet new dawn comes,
and the water curls off
the swamp, coming alive.
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The summer laughs,
the sun dresses,
the sleeveless shirts,
the loud radios and fans.
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With skinny arms,
and scarred palms
and a wandering mind
and an old Jeep.
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The summer love,
the warm, close-eyed kisses,
the mosquitoes,
and the joy.
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