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 Summer's End by Judith Viorst

One by one the petals drop

There's nothing that can make them stop.

You cannot beg a rose to stay.

Why does it have to be that way?

 

The butterflies I used to chase

Have gone off to some other place.

I don't know where. I only know

I wish they didn't have to go.

 

And all the shiny afternoons

So full of birds and big balloons

And ice cream melting in the sun Are done.

I do not want them done



 

 
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