Rattling past gang tags and green trees, I looked idly down at my train ticket. Where the man had stamped the date. "JUN... 22."
This summer is just flying by...
Soon it's finally July
Every day a wild ride
Crickets live, mosquitoes die
And no one seems to realize
That these sunny days are getting shorter...
48 days left in Philly, 65 left in America.