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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. 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2023 01:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Thank God for the breeze
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Ok Waleed

    Super awsome you did this in real time and shared it too.

    • 2781

      Thank you

    • Neville



      I think I need to visit Oz ..

    • 2781

      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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