86 Degrees

86 degrees:

One flag waving in the breeze.

A young man resting on his knees,

asking: "Darling, will you please?".

A crash of cars begins a freeze.

Shootout: Gang kids and Police.

Augustus swallowed by the seas.

We're ever running from the bees,

trying to pick the thorns off rosies,

but not at

86 degrees.

The children of my parents bicker loudly.

The End

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