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Summer keeps coming.
Knock down days
that stroke the heat- hammer
with a wilting flesh.
We must find a way
to un-cuff from the insufferable,
to face off with an icy will power.
To honor, with a grudging awe
those pioneers
that came and went
before the cool hit-songs
of our air conditioning units.
If it were possible
we would drink a cold beer
while taking a cold shower,
or shower in cold beer,
but that is just a dream
our over-cooked minds
clings to.
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