Poem: August
a cool august breeze runs,
through my hair,
down to my feet,
its everywhere.
the tempuature is perfect,
not too hot not too cold,
so right now i,
dont feel very old.
the weather is nice,
its the best time to play,
so thats how i will spend,
the rest of my day.
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