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Some of us let the summer month’s gets to your head As we feel the heat we become one with nature Naked, green and unapologetic, a kind of trend which most people follow, and hard for the some of us to swallow Like all other things the summer heat can Make the darkest man visible, the sleaziest worm Crawl to the surface, for a dark tan But it surely cans nectar the honey for  the Gods Fall is upon us, as our joints began to ache, Halloween is a drawing near, Am I the only one whose seem to care? The fly flies settle down under the broad leaves And here I am the green poet from New York is visiting Tennessee Those Hot summer bikini bodies, is now as cold as Niagara Falls   We fret as we began to throw down, the last of the summer days Creeping backs into our jean and Woolly Love Heart Jumper: Suddenly, here come the hurricane months, September, October and November all with they uncertainties    As I kept expressing my feeling into poetry, With my frequent minds pop no matter how strange Embrace them I probably will do the same.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
The Little Things That Annoyed Us
Some of us let the summer month’s gets to your head As we feel the heat we become one with nature Naked, green and unapologetic, a kind of trend which most people follow, and hard for the some of us to swallow Like all other things the summer heat can Make the darkest man visible, the sleaziest worm Crawl to the surface, for a dark tan But it surely cans nectar the honey for  the Gods Fall is upon us, as our joints began to ache, Halloween is a drawing near, Am I the only one whose seem to care? The fly flies settle down under the broad leaves And here I am the green poet from New York is visiting Tennessee Those Hot summer bikini bodies, is now as cold as Niagara Falls   We fret as we began to throw down, the last of the summer days Creeping backs into our jean and Woolly Love Heart Jumper: Suddenly, here come the hurricane months, September, October and November all with they uncertainties    As I kept expressing my feeling into poetry, With my frequent minds pop no matter how strange Embrace them I probably will do the same.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
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