60 degrees,
The sun is so strong!
I can stay out,
All day long!
My shirt is gone,
The heat won't last,
Summer is gone!
But keeping a tan,
All winter long,
Could be a goal,
If I remain strong!
Moving the dogs out of my spot,
They don't care,
Just move out of my hair!
As the temperature drops to 59 and a half,
the neighbors yell,
"A nudist colony, this is not!
Keep your shirt on!
We don't want to see,
Your bra as we stare!
So next time it hits 60 degrees,
I'll put on my bikini,
I'm sure they'll be pleased!
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