poet Walter Dean Myers

Walter Dean Myers

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Summer

I like hot days, hot days
Sweat is what you got days
Bugs buzzin from cousin to cousin
Juices dripping
Running and ripping
Catch the one you love days

Birds peeping
Old men sleeping
Lazy days, daisies lay
Beaming and dreaming
Of hot days, hot days,
Sweat is what you got days.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 12, 2014

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