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Heatwave

Light the torch Up the conditioner to 9 lotion on the double We're baking HOT these times Fan is high body sleeping Still to sweat It is hard to cool off by All the commotion As we swim the waves to beat the heat Uncle Fred and Aunt Sally Taking us in their beamer to the beach 1000 people baring few feet in the water and then TIME TO GO HOME Old x'ers such as myself keep inside to stay Oh! calm Heavy Metal Heads Rock and roll mosh pit getting tan and hotter That's where their energy is at Mr.Kool Aid knocking at my door asking this: HOW 'BOUT SOME HAWAIAN PUNCH?! 9:00 at night 85 degrees on the face there is not a breeze within my door HEATWAVE tomorrow and then some more!!

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