That Summer

was the best.Throwing the baseballIn the backyardWith my dad;Even the buzzingSound of mosquitoesLeaving itchy bitesCouldn’t take away from thoseJoy-filled days.Playing with the neighborhoodKids in the wooded lotBehind my grandmother’s house,And watching myFavorite team playEverydayOn the cable TV station thatI didn’t get at home.I couldn’t hide my disappointmentWhen classes started back.I think about it now and smile.
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