Bernice Rush

(Niagara Falls, New York)

( Summertime ) - Poem by Bernice Rush

Summer time and winter is gone
Summer time and I'm left all alone.
Summer time is so dam hot, so why don't it stop.
Red, yellow, green someone look at me with grief.
I think someone die, he was on wine or was it a
hooker that got caught with a John, or was it a white man.
That was shot by a black man. Oh it's so dam hot!
Here in the city in the summer time

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  • (4/3/2005 9:47:00 PM)

    look for an aircon, but don`t write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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