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It’s hotter than hell!
And there’s no water in the well.
The locus have eaten all the leaves off the mulberry trees.
It’s so hot, you could melt a barrel of Longhorn cheese.
The grasshoppers are chewing up all the cloths pins.
I’m telling you!
It’s hotter than the devil's hunt for leftover sins.
The old swimming hole is as dry as dry can be,
nothing left but one little toad, sitting under
a sun baked tree.
The hogs have run out of mud, and the cows
can’t find enough hay to chew their cud.
It so hot!
It’s melting the tare on the road
into puddles and spots.
There’s not a cloud in the sky,
all the chickens look like their
going to fall over a die.
There’s no rain in sight!
It’s going to be hotter than
h… again to night.
I think I’ll just pour me a glass of ice cube
tea and go sit down under that big shade tree,
and wait until the snow piles up around my knees.
August! Oh me! Oh my!
How I wish it would just go
Jackie R. Kays
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