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Nov 2016
already we're feeling its nearing
summer's heat will be so searing*
the scorch being hotter than hell's fire
of which we'll not have a desire

our frames limp from devil rays
beating down in tinder like affrays
where the sun's cooking won't expire
long days of uncomfortable ire

how we'll enjoy a breeze cool
coming to suppress the flame's  sool
it will be so nice of transpire
as we close on the warmer shire

already we're feeling its nearing
*as we close on the warmer shire
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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