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cloudy
Cloudy with a chance of rain
And still left with so much pain,
With the cold and loss of heat
I long to burn from underneath,
I’d feel ok if it warmed up
Feel the streets heating my butt,
But for now it just a dream
We’ll have to wait for that sun beam,
We’ll have to dream to shed our clothes
Until summer slowly grows,
Until tan we’ll have to sleep
With the quilt tugged into deep.
And still left with so much pain,
With the cold and loss of heat
I long to burn from underneath,
I’d feel ok if it warmed up
Feel the streets heating my butt,
But for now it just a dream
We’ll have to wait for that sun beam,
We’ll have to dream to shed our clothes
Until summer slowly grows,
Until tan we’ll have to sleep
With the quilt tugged into deep.
Published 1st Apr 2019
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