Hot Night Poem by Robert Hill
Hot Night
hot night
clothes tight
brisk sweat
forehead wer
I dare you to mess with me
i'll kill ya
i'll bring one hell of a terror
I'm tired
I'm hot
I'm irate
I'm gonna pop
this fan
isnt doing anything
and that phone
better not ring
my clothes are tight
theres a brisk sweat
and my foreheads wet
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4/25/2024 9:59:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Irratable and leave me alone.....been there...lol