"This Weather" - A Poem

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Wilting
Melting
In oppressive heat
Fans can't compete
Wishing and wishing
For air conditioning
Puddles of sweat
Increasing regret
I'd trade tropical paradise
For a home made of ice...


I know, the grass is always greener etc etc. But right now it's too hot for me to function and living in the Caribbean doesn't feel like much of a blessing. I feel bad for all the Siberian Huskies people have been importing around here (they can't possibly be enjoying these temperatures).


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