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IN THE MIDSUMMER HEAT
In the midsummer heat
our blues are in retreat.
Joie de vivre in the street,
the disco pounds its beat.
Dresses are less discreet;
bare legs and sandalled feet
roving eyes' gazes meet.
The flirtatious greet.
our blues are in retreat.
Joie de vivre in the street,
the disco pounds its beat.
Dresses are less discreet;
bare legs and sandalled feet
roving eyes' gazes meet.
The flirtatious greet.
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Author's Note
Strange to write this on way to midwinter; to explain this is a refinement of a poem I had written ages ago but rediscovered when a piece of paper turned up while decluttering yesterday. This lookback captures how high summer gets people out-going in more than one sense.
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