a poem by Claire
chalk sticks
ice cream licks
grass stalks
long walks
lemonade
lots of shade
tire swings
butterfly wings
basketballs
free for alls
pretty flowers
long hours
bathing suits
yummy fruits
car drips
rain drips
pretty sights
quiet nights
fireflies
tired eyes
moonbeams
sweet dreams
Summer is:
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schools begun!
I do believe that one day you are going to be famous!
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