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When Summer Comes
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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder When Summer Comes
When summer comes.
I hope I'm here......!
I hope the sun's bright ,
and strong.
I hope the wind's light,
and full of summer's scent.
I hope that laughter fills the air.
The grass grows tall ,and long.
While birds fill the skies,
and sing their song.
When summer comes.
I hope I'm here........!
Giajl © Jim Love
