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Created on: July 24, 2010
Watermelon is the summer of my childhood
Watermelon is the sweet wet juice dribbling down a dirty little chin
Watermelon is swimming in the creek with my dad
Watermelon is fishing with tadpoles off the creek bank
Watermelon is all my cousins playing in the yard
Watermelon is Sunday afternoon at my grandmother's house
Watermelon is playing baseball with my brothers
Watermelon is my mom in her flower garden
Wow! What a melon!
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