| Summer Skies |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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The end has come, I say my goodbyes, To summer times, and summer skies. Although the season, it will stay, The weeks ahead will be different days. Although the summer is not dead yet, Sooner or later its sun has to set. Although the heat is still alive, No more will careless days still thrive. Although the calendar says its true, It makes no difference to me, or to you. Although the word “summer” still remains, To us the last two weeks are all in vain. Yes, summer is gone make no mistake, The last precious fortnight for school to take. Farewell summer times! Farewell summer skies! The end is here, and I’ve said my goodbyes. |
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