The heat returns with a vengeance
The cool wind is deathroned
Slowly the curse of the sun
Reaches through the night
The heat is becoming unbearable
Tyrannical in its grip
ot even the fan could produce cool wind
This is the curse of the sun
The heat its police
The weather obeys upon its command
The weather is powerless to abay the heat.
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From The Typewriter
PoetryThe following poems are typed using a Adler Gabrielle 12 Typewriter. The reason I used the typewriter to write my poems is because the typewriter not only gives you concentration in typing it also stops you from being distracted you are only focusin...
