Only a couple weeks to go and it will once more be fall in New England.
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The summer fun is almost over,
where on earth did it go so fast?
I wanted just a bit more time,
I wanted it to last.
I hate the snow and winter cold,
maybe because I myself am getting old.
The beach, the sun, the warmth Ill miss,
please don’t go away I am in such bliss.
You kiss my check with your summer sun,
outside I go to play to run.
Soon all of this will be over,
No more rolling in the field of clover.
Cold and snow and dread I see,
waiting for summer once more I’ll be.
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