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Summer Scent

Summer scent
Time of rain
Are better off
For days of play.
Not may
Of Autumn leaves
Nor winter of festive wreathes.
Only in the summer scent.
Where dreams are baol.
Imagination hunts
The wicked awesome prowl.
But best of all
Are ones who fall
To happy enchantment
Of the best rapture.
Written by MrE (C. R. Powers)
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