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Gentle southern breeze blowing cotton clouds to shade my midsummer dreams
My red tomato splatters in a spray of seeds on the kitchen floor
Droplets glittering, water back-lit by the sun, glows like fireworks.
Cleaning out lockers full of the years detritus lightens the spirit.
I anticipate, summer and the end of school. It tastes bittersweet.
Pounding feet pass by. Silver flashes as they reach, to grasp the baton.
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