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On Thursday, 11 August 2022 at 15:16:02 UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> EXTREMES 
> 
> The Summer sunlight burns my shoulders raw 
> Streets sizzle in the blaze of August heat, 
> Each passing breeze a blast from heaven's forge; 
> While ocean breakers roll in to disgorge 
> Their cache of scattered shells before my feet, 
> Pink pebbles, seaweed, kelp, crustacean claw. 
> 
> The sunburnt sand scorches my toes and sole 
> Tans them as tough as cowhide's leathern grain, 
> My form grows heavy while my head grows light; 
> But Summer's end already is in sight 
> And I would rather that the heat remain 
> Than face the pain that rides on Winter's wing… 
> 
> For Summer's scalds can't rival Winter's sting 
> When heat is culled from blackened lumps of coal. 
> 
> -- Michael Pendragon 
> 
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