In July mosquitoes fly
And hummingbirds are humming.
Bees will buzz and all because
They don’t know fall is coming.
Weeks remain so none complain
That summer zips by quickly.
School is out and kids, no doubt,
Don’t mind when skin gets prickly.
Folks will schmooze at barbecues
And drink like no tomorrow.
Through their sweat, they all forget
These days are just to borrow.
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