Indian Summer?
Yes it is!
And it is here for about a couple of weeks.
Then SLAM-a-LAM-a-DING DONG
Jack Frost arrives and hops,
On unsuspecting asssspirations.
Shivering in a reminisced,
Lay on the beach.
And watching the seagulls frolick.
Waiting for folks to take a dip.
So they can come to sniff on snacks,
Left unguarded!
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