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No Topic Sentences or Solving for X - the First Day of Summer
Every farm boy knows that the first day of summer
Is that morning, that happy, glorious morning
In May when writing topic sentences
And solving for X are but fading ghosts
He’s up at dawn without being called even once
And pulling on his jeans and and boots and tee
He greets his fishing rod upon the rack
And Grandpa’s tackle box, which was left to him
Because
After breakfast and getting up the cows
For milking, he is the king of all his world
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