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Saturday, 13 July 2013

Thermal Doggerel

The heat is hot
And cool it's not,
The temperature is soaring.
To sweat and burn may be our lot,
But at least it isn't boring.

The washout summer's gone away,
A sultry heatwave's settled in;
It feels like it has come to stay,
So I seek some place that's cool within,
Like air-conditioned Sainsbury.
An 'on the bus' effort. It just came into my head, towards the end of a long, hot trip.

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