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Your midnight hour is my midday, The sun blazes red hot overhead, Your hotrod is much more cool, The people here're just expended, Your calm moon is our blazing sun. The midnight here is lost in cooling, Your 125ºF will be our 52ºC, We get that often. But you never get that normally.
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Relative Summers
Your midnight hour is my midday, The sun blazes red hot overhead, Your hotrod is much more cool, The people here're just expended, Your calm moon is our blazing sun. The midnight here is lost in cooling, Your 125ºF will be our 52ºC, We get that often. But you never get that normally.
Well, this is our story from the other side of the globe in May-June. My HP Poem #1077 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
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