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Dog Day Blues
I know this happens every year, but I dislike it all the same, cloying, oppressive August heat puts such a great stress on the brain. Add the humidity to it and slight movement soaks you through, I’ve grown tired of the summer, I have got the dog day blues. Some people will not believe this, they’ll just gawk and say I’m bizarre, to them linking the cooler months is simply a step too far. But when the air gets hard to breath, when relief is denied to you, I think they’ll start to understand those who get the dog day blues. When outside holds a blazing sun so intense that it chars the skin, when even the breeze feels too hot and you have no pool to be in, when the mercury’s three digits, and they won’t let you go nude, then maybe folks will see our point, see the pain of the dog day blues. Last of all there’s the damn insects who oh-so-prolifically breed, then buzz about looking for food, and always seem to feed on me, whether I sleep or am awake, I find the bastards rather rude, I slaughter them with slapping hands and curse these dog day blues. I’ll breath easier when this has passed since I don’t care for it at all, some may like the summer’s sun, but I say bring on the Fall! Cool days, flannel, and colored leaves, and new episodes on the tube, seems to me a much better deal than these sweaty, dog day blues.
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