It's hot weather and I'm not fond of it
Sticky and gross
Like the devil himself is licking your neck
A gentle breeze is a lost idea
And pesky mosquitos assist the devil
Sure
The trees and plants are nice
All in their greenery and lusciousness
And the bees buzzing
Are a welcome sight
But fall weather is where it's at
Not inferno on earth
Another couple of months
I'll be in heaven
But until then
I must endure this hell
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
