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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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