I wish I could sew,

Sew my own clothes,

And sing in the shower,

Or whistle a tune,

Because it's a hot day and,

My hands are shaking,


My hair is getting frizzy because

Of the humidity, but

All I know to do is write

And the side of my hand

Is covered in blue ink,

Because I've been writing so much.

And the back of my back, back,

Is a wet rag,

Because it's so damn hot.

The End

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