Summer dawdles along the outskirts of May, a sunny faced tot, it toddles precariously, along the hem of springs green.
Summer makes several attempts to stand on it's own but tumbles soon enough like dandelion fluff under the stormy eyes of April and May's stern reprimands.
Eventually Summer escapes May springing free with the giggles of children at long last dismissed, dancing gaily over sun drenched fields as its stubby legs
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far beyond the bored-dears of August while it's sticky Popsicle stained fingers ease the heat it generates with cool sugary treats.
Summer crawls eagerly into the lap of daily life and snuggles close in hammock style.
Summer generously plants the warmest of kisses on the faces of all mankind making all of a man's life a little kinder then settles in for a lazy afternoon nap that goes on in dreamy splendour that seems to last forever.