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Aug 2018
The sunlight sits astride me
like a sumo wrestler
perspiration drips
moistening my lips,

I think it's time and the
sunlight slips away
leaving me to cool off
another baker of a day

in the bathroom
rips off clothes
showers
icy
nice he
showers more
cooling towers
are what
Summer's for and
ice cream too
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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