The sun is out, it's heating up, sticky after the rain. The air is still, cicadas sing, the birds don't want to play. The wasp is out, moving about, it don't bother him. I'm up here on the mountain, man I'd love a swim.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2023 01:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Thank God for the breeze
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Super awsome you did this in real time and shared it too.
Thank you
I think I need to visit Oz ..
It's turning colder now 17-24C. Good time to visit, the summer sun is scorching. Brings the women out though.
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