July Quatrains

July we shoot off works of fire
To see whose rockets will go higher.
Some flash so bright and loudly boom
That we’ll need fresh Fruit of the Loom.
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Sunny days bring scorching heat
That makes the beach burn tender feet.
The bathers prance and dance and leap
To reach the cool and briny deep.
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Paled by winter's sunless whims
She slathers cream on whitened limbs.
While rays of summer crisp her skin,
Her creamy center's sweet within.