Summer has just slipped through my finger
I’d planned the vacation of my life to see the world rolling on ice, but the summer heat was so extreme that it almost sinks my summer dream. The path was clear but I could not find a suitable place to stay over there.
There were too many places with too many happy faces, and Vladimir and estrogen were sitting on the throne smiling. Godot was not there but they had so much to share. With decoration on their cheeks and courage beneath their feet they got the audience to rise to their feet. They brought the house down when Vladimir roll the ball on his nose and estrogen catapult it to the back of the net with a head roll; that’s the way of clowns when no other strategy is found.
The temperature suddenly rises and we had to cool down our bodies with a block of ice, and moments before the summer begins, I could hear the bells ring. It reminded that summer is here and there is nothing to fear.
We have waited for this as if it was a promise or a premonition from the deity that everything will turn out right and we will end the bull fight, and send the bulls back unto the pen and keep the surface wet, they will never get out to chase the people about for the next fight will be in four years’ time when the temperature is right.
Summer is slipping through my finger, and I have so much to deliver; I have a meeting to attend, a court order to upend and a vacation to spend. When all of this is over, and we have crossed over, we will rise to the occasion once more and spread everything out on the floor. Summer is slipping through my finger, and I have a meeting with my employee and a dinner with them and a message to send. The table is already sent but the company is struggling with enormous debt.
When everyone bonds together and sign the document, miracles will fall from heaven. You don't have to scramble for food anymore and you don’t have to wipe people’s floor; you will have all the finance you need to keep the doors open and to satisfy your greed.
Come with me to the shores we will take the ferry next door; it’s about time we get on the ship and crosses over to begin the trip. Summer almost slipped through my finger, and I am glad that you are here to help me cross over.
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