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those hot summer nights at home

laying in bed under the fan

sweat-drenched

mahogany skin glistening

listening...



to the orchestra playing outside my window

of crickets and frogs

the ice in my hand

leaving its cool mark on my bare flesh

melting away slowly

slowly...



the thoughts in my head

turn like a photo album

showing different things

at different times...



thinking of those care-free days

sitting on the porch with your fam'

listening to some Aretha Franklin and Marvin Gaye

drinkin' some kool-aid...red of course...

thinking about taking a midnight train to Georgia

while sittin' on the dock of the bay

wasting time...thinkin'...

of you...



on those summer nights in July...

playing hide-and-seek

never really counting to a hundred

wondering if they knew you cheated

but back then who cared

thinking of that summer night

in July...



when you would try to fly

fly downhill on your bike

with your hands in the air

wind flying in your face

those were the days

when there was only one way

to spend those summer nights...



the past

now only a memory in a photo album

in my mind

only way to reminisce is to rewind

those thoughts and play them over

when you're laying in bed

on those hot summer nights...