I'll run and jump and swing from the trees.
I'll skate and skate around Central Park
and wander the city until it gets dark.
I'll high-five strangers and shout out loud:
"I'm wearing shorts and I'm so proud!"
But instead of the skating and dancing and play,
I'm stuck at a desk sadly typing away.
So I look out the window with a wink and a smile,
Knowing this weather will be here awhile.
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