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Aug 2015
Hidden in the shadows of the trees
The crickets soft consistent swoon
It's gentle and floats with the breeze
It's only the moon and me

The humid July air
Adds yet another "X" in your mind
How many more days of sweat dripped hair?
How long 'til my sordid winter's love affair?

Until I am released from the guilt
Of being inside "wasting" my day
A policed perception's tilt
When it's cold you all feel this way

Never wanting to see light
Dreading weather's daily plight
The only difference you from I
Is the cold I feel in mid-July
Written by
Edgar E Tobias
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