The Devil Won't Be Serving Iced Tea
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In Georgia we get a little taste of Hell with the summer heat,
Surely without our AC we would be dead meat.
It feels like a roaring campfire when you go outside,
You are covered in sweat, and want to run back inside.
It makes you wonder how hot Hell would be,
Although it feels like Hell now at 105 degrees!
We had better live as good as we can be...
The devil won’t be serving any southern iced tea!
Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016
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