a last fling with summer
before autumn sweeps in
and the steroid-pumped sun
leaves nothing but a sunburn
like paint peeling.
a glass of lemonade sits
sweet, sweating, sweltering
thirst unquenched and
dreamin' of chillin'.
your lips. only yours.
September brings with it
a last fling with summer
a birthday to remember
her kiss to surrender
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