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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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