August
You are knocking at the door.
I told people July ain’t got nothin on you.
September none respect you anymore till the wind is still.
England screams 85 degrees, global warming.
Suffer that pasty skin in Florida August.
No offense to my older brother.
But drink lots of water because in this humidity you will know a sauna.
Suffer it I do layer of fat I own not.
Tit for tat In the frigid I would not fare well.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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Comments2
Months of difference under the earths tilt and cold and warm come and go in the time that a poem is read. Very nice
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