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What Summer Means To Me
The gentle breeze
Blowing in my face
The warm sand
All over the place.
My skin is red
From all the sun.
Yet I fit in
With everyone!
Girls and guys
in tanks and shorts;
Hanging out at the beach
Some surfing on their boards.
Making each day count,
Since we're out of school.
Doing what we want,
There aren't any rules!
Hangin' with my buds-
Making new inside jokes
Finding a summer love,
While drinking cold, ice-filled cokes.
This is what summer is all about-
A time you are free.
Free to run, and loudly scream and shout.
That's what summer means to me!
© 2002, Rachel Webb
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. ~Russel Baker
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Urban gardeners can easily plant herbs indoors on a sunny windowsill. Planted individually or mixed together in one container, they will thrive with very little attention.
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