I stick my neck outside
To feel on-rush of warm air
I cringe; it's hot as pizza
Why a sudden change
Yesterday I'm on my jacket
Today I'm on my shorts
I'm worried winter wears
Won't be on clearance sale
Maybe that's reason why people
Always so irritated coz of weather
I notice rush of ambulance trips
They're lighting up roads all day
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