Sweat trickles down my back
Shirt sticking to the moisture tracks
One hand holding cool glass of water
Outside only gets hotter
As much distaste of summer I tell
It's nothing compared to real hell
The one that goes by the name of school
Oh, how much I wish eternal would be summer's rule
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Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
