A poem about the careless days of summer, where everything is free.

The neighborhood children peek into windows to reveal the truth about women.

AKA Wu Tang Clam ain’t nothin’ to shuck with.

Sitting on the coastline, feeling the cold, and remembering people who are far away from us. If that isn’t poetry, I don’t know what is.

A tornado. A lake. A wind. A dog. The time passes, but the memories often don’t.

Dogs love everybody, don’t they? And not that he’s jealous, but Zach has been keeping a list of all the people Norah loves more than she loves him.

So you want to put your dumb kid on a dumb leash? Zach Straus isn’t responsible for your life choices.

Some little white boy, probably named Tyler, is on leash but still terrorizing the families and solo travelers as they wait. All we need is a hero.

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