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A hot day -
the sort that cooks you from the ground up.
The sun sizzles:
a tantalising scorch - and us
swigging cans of tepid beer that were cool ten minutes ago
and biting into chunks of drippy watermelon.
And kissing
-skin on bronzed skin-
in the uncut grass
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Beth Sarah
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Comments (2)
Vivid imagery, captures the essence of summer perfectly!
Kissing and watermelons! This could be a song! Great work! Well done!