it is like waiting for frozen molasses
to melt
and yet the summer flies by
like an eagle on methamphetamine
and the noodles are overdone
I have spent too long in the sun
I have played lots of scratchers
and still haven't won
we eat mushy grains
and lament September
while the kids roll
their trains
once the round table is clear
I hold my kids near
there is nothing so dear
as being right here
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