Summertime
by Corny Held
by Corny Held
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Summertime And the ease is deceiving A-hundred-and-twenty Degrees Fahrenheit The sun is scorching And the forests are burning And shimmering air is blurring and skewing the sky Nowhere is cool And the heat is increasing Streets are melting And the rivers run dry Crops are withered You risk a heatstroke or sunburn The fishes are dead And the bees too weary to fly Some folks say It's a beautiful season With the sun and the light And the parties in warm summer nights But that glamour's a guise Of dystopia luring A try to deny It's getting harder to survive Why don't you ask Why don't you ask "Why?" |
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