Summertime
"In the summertime when roses are in bloom and hollyhocks spring up like lollipops around county homes I feel a sense of nostalgia for the past. A large cottonwood tree with an old tire swing in the front yard. There is a white washed brick home with the smell of home made bread baking. This is what I like. There is a little boy beneath the tree. He's probably hanging around for a piece of that fresh baked bread."
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