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July 5, 2015
Oh heat of the day
that calls to me,
to stay indoors
and let sense run free.
Oh heat of the day
that saps my strength;
A walk, but a dawdle;
a run, not at any length.
Oh heat of the day,
when pavements cracking.
The sea not for swimming,
now there’s talk of fracking!
Oh heat of the day;
you complex tool.
I’m begging for storm clouds,
just to stay cool.
Oh heat of the day
if I knew your plan,
preparation I’d make;
your mind I would scan.
Oh heat of the day,
no compassion you show.
My system water-logged;
my energy low.
Oh heat of the day,
I longed for last Fall,
when snow, inches thick,
with high drifts, I recall.
Oh heat of the day;
inside I’m now dwelling,
with fans working overtime,
and both ankles swelling.
Oh heat of the day,
go back, from where you came,
before my last breathe is gone;
I’m so sorry, it’s a shame.
Oh heat of the day,
I thought you and I,
could sit side by side,
but I was wrong, so goodbye.
Oh heat of the day,
a cold shower I’m taking.
You’ve outstayed your welcome;
my body’s half baking.
Oh heat of the day,
come back sometime soon,
but do me a favour,
and clear-off by noon.
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