This Heat Is Absolutely Killing MeA Poem by PeteOne must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. - Thoreau![]() a bald sun hid behind pouting clouds melting into a sudor of oblivion
you could cut the ambience with a chain saw i swear i was sweating grenades smoking an ordnance of cigarettes with plenty of "ifs" and no "butts" as i fanned myself with barbed wire a real nuclear offensive never a white flag around when you need one © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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