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Jul 2016
It was so hot
The dogs stretched out flat
In yards and flopped on
Front porches were
All running like Boeing 737s.

It was so hot
At the end of the
Church service all the
Church ladies scattered
Just like that.

It was so hot
That even the
Atmosphere groaned
And the forests wished
For air-conditioning.

It was so hot
The letters threatened to
Melt as fast as I
Could possibly apply
Them to a page.

It was so hot
I simply forgot
To breathe and instead
Wondered why
The stifled world still turned.
Copyright 7/2/14 by B. E. McComb
Written by
b e mccomb  25/F/chasing dreams
(25/F/chasing dreams)   
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       Carrie Crusoe and Anonymous Freak
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