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Spring Fever
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Highschool
The voices are back,
under my skin.
Screaming and shrieking,
'Let the fun begin!'.
The wickedness of summer,
is almost upon us.
Let us get naked and wet,
dirty and hot.
Dancing and romancing,
the season of sin.
Spring is for love,
and things pure of heart.
Summer is for pleasures,
of the purely physical sort.
I can barely stand the wait,
for the music to begin.
Pumping a steady rhythm,
through my withered veins.
