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10 Mid-July

The sun has never shone so bright on her.
She sits on her deck chair with her straw hat.
One sip of her drink the rest is a blur;
always tanning with her pink chair laid flat.
In her state the shine only lasts awhile,
She lays for hours with her blonde hair tied back.
Her sun kissed cheeks always matched with a smile.
Nothing to hear but her music soundtrack.
Cloudy skies ruining a sunshiny day;
the pouring rain does not stop till night fall.
The morning comes with all clouds in the way,
the pool is now filled with a sad beach ball.
    She is not outside where she wants to be,
    summer days with tan lines she cannot see.

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