On a dark, dreary cold night, I sat behind the heater and recalled, Some good old memories of those warm summers. Summers, which are so lovable, yet so underrated, But on these cold days, you know, Those days seem to be like heaven. When you wandered around freely, In your short Bermudas and your favorite tee, Without a load of those hefty woolens.
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