On A Summer Day
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Samuel Birchard, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2009
On A Summer Day,
I Went To Play,
With My Friend, Who Had Nothing To Say.
On A Summer Night,
A Bird Was In Flight,
And It Swooped Up Above The Light.
On A Summer Weekend,
I Played With My Friend,
And Played Until It Was The End.
On A Summer Day,
I Continued To Play,
For Every Day Is Always Okay.