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Dragged this out of my slush pile 
wasn't convinced about it...

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Hot Foot

When the sun shines down on a concrete town
And no one dares put both feet down
It’s hop from one foot to the other
Dancing like you’re your grandmother

How does concrete get so hot
I didn’t know how hot it got
I got stuck in the parking lot
My tyres melted: four wheels shot

I saw flamingoes in the zoo
I’m doing what flamingoes do
With one leg up and one leg down
I’m standing in a concrete town

So here I stand in this hot street 
I could pour water on my feet
I think perhaps I’d rather choose
To buy myself a pair of shoes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Wolf Avatar
September 21, 2024 at 9:24 PM
Sounds like a plan, Terry. Don't order those shoes from AI, though...
Flood Avatar
September 24, 2024 at 2:55 PM
I sure won’t order any with rubber soles, GW ;-)
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