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Summer

Ice-cream comes to my sight

I go to the hot, sandy beach

People swim in the deep, blue sea

 

Waves crash and boom

Surfers yell with joy

The ice-cream van plays its song

 

Barbaques sizzle in the distance

Ice-cream melts through my mouth

Mangoes – mushy and ripe

 

I smell hot tea

As well as roast chicken

Alongside orange juice.

 

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