Heat
It's hot.
Can't find a spot.
A spot to get a cool breeze.
Where I can get off my feet, hell I'll kneel on my knee's.
It's hot as hell.
Do you feel it. Can you tell?
Wait, here relief!
A block of ice, to rest on mty teeth.
Damm that feels good.
I knew it would and so it should.
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