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Those endless summer days

Playing in the sand

Or even on the tar 

Who gave a damn…

The joy of running around

Not getting found

At lunch time or to bathe

The world was a blissful place

Making new friends at times

Or leaning ties behind

To forge them back later on

Short memory can be profound

The summer heat felt cool

As sweat left deep pools

But one seldom remembers

The sunburn was a feather