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In intense heat I beat retreat Into the shade inside my mind Who put us there Under that blare And left cool drinks behind A little ice Would be nice To cool the body hot I cannot think With no heat sink So therefore I am not The sun beats on I will it gone But spitefully it lingers So dry inside While moisture applied Heavily from toes to fingers Dripping sweat I regret Calling these people friend If you "hold me dear" Why bring me here To my hot and bitter end With vision hazy And body lazy I see a glass of water ahead Cool water drips Down glass sides slips I think I must be dead I think therefore I am again As water poor through every vein Summer tokin' can be a blast But forget your water, it could be your last
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Summer Glass
In intense heat I beat retreat Into the shade inside my mind Who put us there Under that blare And left cool drinks behind A little ice Would be nice To cool the body hot I cannot think With no heat sink So therefore I am not The sun beats on I will it gone But spitefully it lingers So dry inside While moisture applied Heavily from toes to fingers Dripping sweat I regret Calling these people friend If you "hold me dear" Why bring me here To my hot and bitter end With vision hazy And body lazy I see a glass of water ahead Cool water drips Down glass sides slips I think I must be dead I think therefore I am again As water poor through every vein Summer tokin' can be a blast But forget your water, it could be your last
ZacharyBinx
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
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