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Jul 2012
I've hit "F5"
waited in line
for this wave to crash and burn ---
Just to get a drink.

feel dry, but not yet parched
i see waves in the heat;
need a moment;
need to breathe.

its too dry...
my mouth begs for a cool splash,
the engine overheats,
I'm stuck wondering
[is it 120 degrees?]

a suburban village
a hum and stream of cashflow...
leaking through unsettled buildings
and cracked doors....
only my feet have begun to feel a sensation of cool
as shade from the trees...
bakes away

i need the rain to make the area
bearable, wonderful
and breathable.
maybe the summer should hit "F5"
and let it rain so maybe
a sense of refreshment
can take over and soothe the panic
of those who cant access the "WWW"
to work,play,
and feel as if the summer from hell
has made its stay short,
so we may 'Fall'
and the screens we look through Re-Fresh.
This Heat Wave Is Enough To ****.
My town broke its heat record almost everyday then after the mid Atlantic and mid west storms hit north of me, a ******* storm hits my town like last year and knocks out my power.  im lucky it happened at night and the breezes at night were cool, in fact COLD.

This is probably going to be a first saying this, im ready for fall and winter.
Written by
April Hapner  F/Tennessee
(F/Tennessee)   
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