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Summer Scabs
Oh, how the summer afternoons
Seem to never end
And bleed a happy grin
And let all the daffodils
Pack their bags
To soon move in
Oh, how the summer dilly dallies on
Time feels like a liquid
That bleeds throughout the day
A rich and open wound
Soon to rot into a scab
As summer rots into autumn
With smiling frown
