This is called 'An Echo Poem' where a conversation is taking place between two people, one of whom is not really concentrating.
I've heard it's going to get really hot. What? Really hot! The weather! It's about time. Fine. Oh for a real heatwave in July. Why? It's holiday time. It should be hot then. When? In July. You're going away, I see, Me? So where are you gadding off to again? Spain!
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