Summer

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On the beach,

I ate a peach.

I saw the waves,

going all sorts of ways.

 I saw a umbrella,

and met a lovely fella.

I smile,

as we walk a mile.

I smiled as I waved goodbye,

and remembered my sweet summer love.

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A/N: I know it's short, but I purposely made it this way, in case you were wondering :)

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