Summer Time

The sun in the heavens goes round e're round. 

He casts bright glory o'er forest and town. 

Healing warm rays are shone upon this season.

Filling our hearts with joy and reason.

It's a golden glad day, nay, tis a gilded grand year! 

For we love it when bright Summer time is here.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pardon the alliteration ;)

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