Summertime - Poem by Justin Stone
Summer time. such a complete feeling of joy and misery.
We are so tired of the cold chilling
our heat and freezing our comfort.
Ironically though, the heat melts our
Day ever so slowly, and engulfs our skin
Inflaming our patience and cooking up
Possibly chaos out of boiling frustration
But soon the cold will be again here
and soon be wishing the heat to wrap us dear.
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