I love farmland in spring,
and new beginnings,
and winning in extra innings.
I love a fat lady singing,
barbecues, chilling, grilling;
no curfews, imported brews;
a lime or two beautiful women;
swimming in ocean michigan.
Bond fires waterside,
with fire flies flying by;
whiskey bottle by my side;
sitting, sipping, simply wishing
summertime would continue.
But autumn's harvest won't be far off
and winter blowing in is looking grim.
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