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Day Three of the Heat Wave

Seems like a year or two Sweaty stench envelops you Your eyes burn, your throat cracks Your shirt is plastered to your back Collar wilts, underthings cling Wasps and hornets look to sting Dizzy, your brain; your energy drained Conversations short and strained For this you yearned all winter long? Come January ~ Same old Song

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Brandy Nicole

Date: 8/25/2020 8:09:00 PM

Give me this heat, when days are bitter cold. I promise not to complain when it is hot once again. Wrong !! Seems we are always wishing for something different, when it comes to the weather. Nice little song you have created. :) Brandy

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/26/2020 7:49:00 AM

You had me going there for a moment with those 'bitter cold days,' Brandy... I was going to tell you to shelve the sunglasses and everything... Thanks for the insight. Peace and Serenity, Gershon

Jenna Logan

Date: 8/25/2020 4:50:00 PM

We're never content with what we have at the moment, are we? You captured one of man's flaws.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/26/2020 7:47:00 AM

Grass is always greener on the other side, as they say. Thanks for the view and the viewpoint, Jenna. Happy Wednesday! :) gw