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I love summer time.

Shining at 9pm,
golden rays enter my eyes.
I shut them,
feeling the warmth on my lids,
a fuzzy ball forms at the base of my tummy.

Sitting in a coach,
watching the inclines running by,
stretches of green dance before my eyes.

As the sun bows out,
streaks of orange trails behind.
The coach gallops forward,
covering the distance rapidly.

With the sky lowering the shutters,
peace is injected into the air,
settling the rush.

Summer comes(do come!),
oh, let us welcome the days,
when the sun shines high,
and when the days stretch long.