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AprilDawn Jun 2016
a feeble shield
against
hot winds
slamming  
into my face
let the dog out
let the dog in
caught a glimpse
of the scorched lawn
beat a hasty retreat
back into our
air conditioned
bliss
silent prayer on the lips
for not too many more
days  like
this

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