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The Devil Won'T Be Serving Iced Tea

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!

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Yuhi Musinga Date: 7/8/2016 7:44:00 AM What a beautiful poem. I can picture it in my mind. So lovely! The flow the discreption are all so wonderful! This has to be one of the best love poems I have read. Take care Brenda. Login to Reply Brenda Mcgrath Date: 7/8/2016 9:38:00 AM Thank you Seth. I will be glad when summer is over, it's too hot here!

Kim Merryman Date: 7/4/2016 9:59:00 PM Florida's about the same. An enjoyable, humorous write, Brenda! Login to Reply Brenda Mcgrath Date: 7/4/2016 10:05:00 PM Thanks Kim. Yes Florida is about as bad unless you live near the beach with the breeze. I lived in Vero Beach for several years when I first married.

John Lawless Date: 7/4/2016 8:10:00 PM Great title Brenda....drew me into this little bit of hell. Login to Reply Brenda Mcgrath Date: 7/4/2016 10:07:00 PM Thanks John. I wasn't sure what to call it, but I knew I had to work in no ice tea in Hell. Haha!

Cheryl Hoffman Date: 7/4/2016 7:59:00 PM Yes, in the lake of fire there won't be time for any swimming! Cute poem!:) Login to Reply Brenda Mcgrath Date: 7/4/2016 10:08:00 PM No Cheryl, not a drop of water there! I don't want to go there for sure! Brenda Mcgrath Date: 7/4/2016 8:00:00 PM Thank you Holly!

Holly Bohto Date: 7/4/2016 7:54:00 PM Nice analogy. Liked it. Login to Reply