And as usual I find
that the summer does not lift.
No, really it's just a hot mass
of warm, heavy air constructing a rift.
A division between myself and
Sanity. Oh, everyone else thinks there's some shift.
Some improvement on the mood, whatever
Else they can be bothered to gift.
Not saying that summer has come but it's
On it's way and that's just up-lift-
-Ing.
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Antoinette (
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Well written and expressed
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