Non-Erotic PoetryThe WeatherTwo weeks of heat
A wave they call it
And I feel beat
Down I'd call it
Supposed to be my spring
Cool and with rain
Summer's not my thing
It's more like a bane
No brand new fan
Or air condition
Early summer tan
Terrible tradition
I want my spring
My rain so cool
Not an early thing
In that damn pool
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