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a summer in the desert
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Silliness it is hot
so very hot
the sidewalk heats what the sun does not
hot hot hot
too hot to think
too hot to do much of anything
it's so hot
even hot inside
too hot to write, my brain is fried
i don't care if this makes sense or not
all i can feel is
hot
hot
hot
I could feel the heat and misery of the writer in this one! :) :) :) I hate hot weather, too.
Toni, may God cool down your world and mine with
zillions of trees.. at the equator where the sun shines
most it is 70 degrees
because of trees
i love your poem