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"Summer is coming!", all the kids shout,
But I am not happy, they wonder what about,
I tell them, "I'm depressed", and they ask, "Why?",
I say,"Even though the sun will be in the sky,
I am torn at what is to happen this summer,
You won't blame me, it's bummer,
This is the summer I will move,
Learn to get along in a new grove,
And I will leave whats important here,
Even though it will always be near,
The love and care I have given out,
The only true thing I care about,
Here at the school, in my house,
It will hang over me like louse,
The memories of lovely Wareham,
Its trees, people, homemade jam,
My boyfriend and girls,
Adored more than my curls,
Staying here
Though always so near."