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Remembering Summer’s Game

Swept up again in summer’s shine
Sweeping scattered clouds are fine
No warmth from then remaining
No sun appears to clear the grey
Monochrome this chill
Midsummer shill
When I was gambling and a’gaming
The chips were down
The ante raised
I lost with a full house
Left while my cash was waning
Wrapped in cold
Cooked by a foil
The truth came dousing down
Squeal the tires and floor it
Here in winter’s frozen gown
Relieved of autumn’s yawn
Blade to branch and score it
Spring’s soon enough to play once more
I bank my chips
This shot, I’ll pour it
๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽธ

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