Treasure Island

freddy roach


Summer


Summer is when the sun comes out
Summer is when the dogs pout
Summer is when crickets on
Summer is when you go to the salon

Summer is when kids are out to play
Summer is when adults are in the office earning there pay
Summer is when the sweat drips down your face
Summer is when you’re in a hot place
Summer is for everyone

Submitted: Thursday, October 01, 2009
Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2009

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  • Annabelle Honeychurch (5/22/2010 4:35:00 AM)

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