Kansas thinks it is August I Guess
it is June, the humidity is a mess
Kansas thinks it is August, I guess
reported to be a hundred degrees all week
by three o’clock, it is relief we all seek
summer is only two days in
everything is burnt, including our skin
It is June, the humidity is a mess
Kansas thinks it is August, I guess
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