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Too Hot To Handle
Lounging on the beach supine
With Rayban sunglasses on.
At last, summertime is here;
A hot one at that!
The heat could roast a chicken;
A sun too hot to handle!
I am a corn on a cob;
My kernels popping!
Hey, friend, aren't you feeling this?
You're a corn on the cob, too.
I don't see you popping off!
What's going on here?
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Edward Ibeh
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