Put on that favorite song of yours.
Off into the sunset.
Summer is here.
Roll down the car window,
Hang your forearm,
Spread your fingers,
Wave your hand through the wind,
Without.
Close your eyes and listen to your heat beat,
Open your eyes and let the brightness beam onto your
flesh,
Let the wind blow your hair around.
Laugh at the messiness,
Summer is here.
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