Rumm of the lawnmower
As Daddy combs the grass
Up straight. Lemonade
In tall cold glasses
Sweating gold drops.
Leaves emerald bright.
Kids rolling down
Steep, dipping hills,
Mom's hollering-
Supper's on.
Dear God,
Dim the light.
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