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(from the 20-word Summer poetry contest, May 2004)
Summer's when we’ve got all day
For chasin' rabbits in the brush,
An' cards, an' rollin' in the hay,
An' teasin' Sis about her crush.
There's time for tricks for foolin' folks,
An' floatin' toy boats on the lake,
An' drinkin' soda, tellin' jokes,
An' climbin' trees, an' birthday cake.
There's baseball, whistlin', readin' books,
An' skippin' rocks, an' ridin' swings,
An' lookin' in the attic nooks,
An' swimmin', wrasslin', tag, an' things.
There's time for castles in the sand,
An' water pistols on the lawn,
An' slingshots with a rubber band,
An' lightnin' bugs when day is gone.
An' Mama tends our skeeter bites,
An' after dinner, off to bed;
But kids don't sleep on Summer nights --
I play all over, in my head.
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It wouldn't be right to dream, while
Forgetting to live, it seems;
Nor would it be right to dwell on life
And yet forget our dreams.
-If There Were No Magicians
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