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Don'T Go To South Georgia In the Summer

In South Georgia it is too hot to even sit out by the pool,
When it’s 110 degrees in the shade, you can’t keep cool.
You have to almost run to your car in the parking lot,
And you could fry an egg on your hood, it is so bloody hot.

South Georgia is no place to be in the summertime,
It is wicked heat and humidity at its prime.
You sweat off your makeup, and your hair looks terrible.
Thank God for AC, a delight that makes it bearable.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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