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Jul 2016
So hot that it melts me
and me,
not in a foundry, but
in an open place

it's like a fireplace

a river of sweat rolling down my face,
not on its way to some serenity at sea
it's
just

soaking me.

and now the ice lolly
I thought would be jolly has
dropped clean off the stick

making me sticky

I lick me
it tastes of strawberry.

Man feels like a snowman i
melt
let me go man
so hot

and now a spot in the shade of a tree
I
think a dog started ******* on me

no rest for the wicked.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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