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It's way too hot Call 911 Write out a ticket To the sun I may have died Can someone check? I need a beverage Past my neck I'm breathing in Somebody's sweat I'd pat your back But it looks wet My last brain cell Has over-heated I might combust If left untreated I needed that vent No pun intended Let's hope this summer’s Not extended
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Heat Wave
It's way too hot Call 911 Write out a ticket To the sun I may have died Can someone check? I need a beverage Past my neck I'm breathing in Somebody's sweat I'd pat your back But it looks wet My last brain cell Has over-heated I might combust If left untreated I needed that vent No pun intended Let's hope this summer’s Not extended
silentwoods
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
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