Weeks of sweltering heat
And I recall chocolate melting
A relief of rain or wind
Exchanged sweat for sweet
The hottest day of the year
Exhaled vaporous sighs
A flashback to autumn's crisp tear
So to return to vanquish highs
Come on cool views
Replace hazy hues
My good ole dog did disappear
On the hottest day of the year
My fanned flames mock the proximity of the sun!
Yes, you guessed correctly—
The path is a pattern of yet another wretched, wasted season.
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