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Summer Sun
The summer sun returns too soon;
Longer days are scarce a boon.
Each new day the mercury soars;
As perspiration from my body pours.
Pavement and sidewalk are scalding hot
Relief from this heat there is not.
No cooling breeze or summer shower;
Oppressively hot no matter the hour.
Cacti provide precious little shade;
Like colors in the wash, my hopes all fade.
The sky is clear, a cornflower blue;
No chance of storm, or even morning dew.
The air is dry, leeching away every drop
Of moisture from clouds, until they pop.
A harsh mistress is this blazing sun;
I cannot wait till summer's done.
Longer days are scarce a boon.
Each new day the mercury soars;
As perspiration from my body pours.
Pavement and sidewalk are scalding hot
Relief from this heat there is not.
No cooling breeze or summer shower;
Oppressively hot no matter the hour.
Cacti provide precious little shade;
Like colors in the wash, my hopes all fade.
The sky is clear, a cornflower blue;
No chance of storm, or even morning dew.
The air is dry, leeching away every drop
Of moisture from clouds, until they pop.
A harsh mistress is this blazing sun;
I cannot wait till summer's done.
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Summer Sun
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