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A poem for Heat of the Forest.
"Those sweet summer memories I used to have.
Hiking across the forest by my home.
The beautiful evening when the sun goes down and the fireflies come to play, but it's not too dark to be out.
Such wonderful sounds of the creek and forest sound.
All the times I had adventurous daydreams in my head, and my favorite sandals in my hand.
How I loved to just walk on the smooth rocks, the grass, flowing water, and the dirt under my feet.
How I spent countless hours losing track of time with no care in the world.
And how I always came back home with such loving family back at home.
Such wonderful memories I had in the heat of the forest."
"Those sweet summer memories I used to have.
Hiking across the forest by my home.
The beautiful evening when the sun goes down and the fireflies come to play, but it's not too dark to be out.
Such wonderful sounds of the creek and forest sound.
All the times I had adventurous daydreams in my head, and my favorite sandals in my hand.
How I loved to just walk on the smooth rocks, the grass, flowing water, and the dirt under my feet.
How I spent countless hours losing track of time with no care in the world.
And how I always came back home with such loving family back at home.
Such wonderful memories I had in the heat of the forest."
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