S ummer time, when the sun shines brightly, without a cloud in the sky, and you think to yourself, what a beautiful world.
Umbrellas, all around, giving cover to the drinks, the drinks to start the party,
Men all around, from angle to angle giving up the eye, ready to pounce,
Music blasting, all the hottest tracks of the year,
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This amused me quite a bit: P I don't know why. But the thing I most noticed is that this is an acrostic poem! Nice work :)