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Streams of sweat
Bringing sweet relief
Sizzling city streets
Scorching hurried feet
Temperatures rising
Flaring tempers
Scowling sullen faces
Drowsy with sleeplessness
Bare upper bodies
Shimmering in the sun
The days go on
Nights are long
The rich escape
Hills and misty air
It's the poor
who bear the brunt
Summer's here
every year
Will it rain?
If ever, when?
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