POEM: Hot Sun

Pure Writing
The sun is hot.

It leaves body spots.

Of tan skin.

And, it is not a sin.

The hot sun.

Is not no fun.

At 105F degrees.

I wish this desert had plenty of trees.

The sun hits hard.

With the Lord.

Watching us.

Get on the bus.

Okay, I lied I didt not ride the bus.

But, I sure put of a fuss.

With the heat.

That was no treat.

Here goes the hot sun again.

This day is only fun at cool night.

FIN

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