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SUMMER POEMS |
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1.� |
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What the heat has driven us to: |
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Sloth; TV weather bulletins; |
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ODing on sick-big |
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bottles of Coke. |
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Hanging round air-conditioners: |
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the library, the shopping centre |
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relatives' (unseen in a year) |
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�loungerooms, |
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2.� |
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My mind is fast, I'm delirious |
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As I walk home in this heat |
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Perhaps it'll be a record - |
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That'd make it worthwhile |
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3.� |
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The problem is, |
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Books always multiply! |
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Try spending fourteen hours |
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In a library: |
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The end seems further away |
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Than ever, because |
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You finished one |
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And started three, |
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Two of them fat bastards. |
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4.� |
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My eyes are closed, I think we're |
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on Kwinana Freeway south |
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early Church on the CD Player |
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and I don't know |
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whether I'm wearing my glasses; |
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in the end, I have to open |
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my eyes to find out. |
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(I am.) |
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- Nathan Hobby |
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