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| When the sun is boiling hot I can seek a shady spot! Feel my body getting wet From the buckets of my sweat. Thermals rising from the street Find a way to scorch my feet. Summer is a body's test, Forcing one to take more rest. Yet I think, as I grow old, I prefer the heat to cold. I shall not of heat complain. 'Twill be tempered by the rain. | ||
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