rounding home
this is the summer
the one that never ends
where boys & girls play ball
well into the night
this is the summer
the one made of dreams
where time becomes obsolete
the skies ever bright
this is the summer
the one for all the ages
little legs effortlessly in motion
circling the bases
august two thousand twenty-three
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Lovely.
Thank you, Leonard.
You’re welcome.