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The swell of Summer cascades onto my egg-shell curtains,
The warmth tickles my cat's whiskers, invites her to stay a while.
The smell of something syrupy sweet grazes my nose,
Ice clanking, laughter from up the street,
Hot pavement slick with water hose drippings and bubble gun remnants.
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