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It’s too hot to sleep

Sweat drips from my pores

Like icicles melting in the sun

The sweltering heat envelops

Even a run through the sprinkler

Offers no respite from

The ball of fire in the sky

I fan myself with the daily paper

Nothing cools down ’round here

Even the ripples of heatwaves

Swirling off the pavement

Are hot enough to fry an egg

So this is summer, they say

Dog days and Chablis nights

And here I sit….

 

Counting the days
Til autumn…

 

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