The rain keeps a pouring,
The grass keep's a growing,
Seems like, I'm mowing,
Every day.
The humidity keeps rising,
The sun keeps shining,
I sweat more liquids out,
Every day.
Each day gets longer,
As the plants get stronger,
Reaching towards the sun,
Everyday.
Summertime is here,
Which I love so dear,
I would take the warmth,
Over any winter day.
Tom Maxwell
1/1/2020
1: 00 pm
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