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SUMMER BLUES

By Kathy Kenney-Marshal

Finally it's summertime,

The school is closed up tight.

No more scary teacher,

No more spelling word to write

No more quizzes, no more tests,

No science, reading, math.

No more nightly homework,

And no boring nightly bath.

No more waking early

No more bedtime rules to break.

No more faking that I have;

Just bathing suits and short.

Collecting frogs not caring if

They pee and give me wart.

It's time to suck on popsicles.

Time for lemonade

Time to go to beaches.

Time to play in the arcade.

Time for building awesome fort

Time for hide and seek

Time for going barefoot

Time for fishing in the creak

Time to go to bed real late

With dirt beneath my nails

From hunting salamander, bugs,

And slimy creeping snails

I dream of all the stuff find

While drifting off to sleep! I will

A really ancient arrow head

A pile of gold to keep!

But as I ate my breakfast

On my first full day of fun,

My mom said summer reading 15 here!

No playing til done.

So now the salamanders roam

No fort, no arrowhead.

Just me alone with tons of books

Left moping on my bed

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