Oh summer, sweet summer,
where is thy warm embrace.
On holiday perhaps to exotic lands
leaving us barren without a trace.
As autumn leaves glide upon a cool breeze;
now winter’s crispy lips court gentle snows.
I’m left pouting with romantic regrets
as I so miss my warm summer’s kiss.
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