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The summers were the best years of my life when I was little
When we went to the mountains when I was little. I couldn't wait to go. The excitment of going swimming a d doing anything I wanted to do. And when the time come and we had to go home it sad. Because I would have to wait until the summmer would come again. written and Posted Rewritten 3/16/11
poem
by
susan Garelick
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