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Jan 2017
Reviewing: THE SITUATION

Somehow, summer
was losing it.

Forgetting her lines.
Missing her cues.

Putting on a well
below par performance.

Having to be
prompted.

Becoming a bit of
an embarrassment .

Then: one day summer
just didn't show.

The day panicked.

Autumn, who had been
understudying summer

declared to God
she could play her.

She knew the part by heart
word perfect.

Could play her
in her sleep.

So, Autumn
far too early in the run

put in a performance
that was - well. . .

that was just
not summer.

Stars began to look
more brittle...colder.

Leaves bled
red.

Couples cuddled
closer

more for warmth
than...the other thing.

Me? Who
had a front row seat

up at the old lake
put in a tired review

"They just don't
make a summer

like they
used to!"
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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     b e mccomb, ---, Johnny Scarlotti and Mims
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