On This Unseasonably July Hot Afternoon
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He Wears a Blue Hot Uniform
On this unseasonably July hot afternoon,
The wet postman with weary steps, trods down the sidewalk home.
An ill-clad lady caught him crushing her lingering white flowers,
And though she was annoyed, would not
Scold him, but, instead,
She wouldst hand him a cold cloth and water for his dripping head,
Pat him on his shoulder, pick up a a dirty dropped letter,
And then retreat into her air-conditioning.
On this unseasonably July hot afternoon.
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