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ANOTHER SUMMER
Another parched, withering summer is here,
When temperatures rocket to the stratosphere.
Grass turns brown, heat waves can be seen;
Only the cacti still remain green.
Not a single cloud to blot out scorching sun,
Here in the Valley, summer is no fun!
No clouds to shelter, no wind to blow;
Just heat to bake and roast you slow.
Drink the cup of sadness to the bitter lees,
From blistering heat there is no surcease.
Even the night becomes scorching hot;
Relief from this hell there is not.
Under central air I grudgingly shelter inside,
Growling impatiently as I unwillingly abide.
Fall and winter cannot come soon enough for me,
When this ungodly heat will be forced to flee.
When temperatures rocket to the stratosphere.
Grass turns brown, heat waves can be seen;
Only the cacti still remain green.
Not a single cloud to blot out scorching sun,
Here in the Valley, summer is no fun!
No clouds to shelter, no wind to blow;
Just heat to bake and roast you slow.
Drink the cup of sadness to the bitter lees,
From blistering heat there is no surcease.
Even the night becomes scorching hot;
Relief from this hell there is not.
Under central air I grudgingly shelter inside,
Growling impatiently as I unwillingly abide.
Fall and winter cannot come soon enough for me,
When this ungodly heat will be forced to flee.
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ANOTHER SUMMER
ANOTHER SUMMER