April Heat
The heat is raising havock in my head
I start feeling as if I am brain dead
My head is hot my body is sweating
And the swealtering heat is blowing
everywhere in this god forbidden town
The town's construction is very poor
And the wind trapped is just spinning
round and round with no ventilation
in the town to keep the tempreature down.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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