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Saturday Noon

Saturday noon under the sun 
Hot and cold, not so fun 
Braving wind and scorching heat 
Standing long is not a treat 

But I must, I got no choice 
Even if it wrecks my poise 
And with aching in my body 
From the rays of cruelty 

Copyright © R. B. Cawis

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