When the exams came to an end
Mangoes my granny used to send
Sweet, juicy , delicious they were all
We devoured them all day long
Summers meant going to grannys
Summer meant meeting cousins
Summer meant eating mangoes and icecream
Summer meant fun
Time passed by fast
Now there are no exams to pass
There is summer
There are mangoes
Without my granny, they don't taste the same anymore
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