Man, look at yall, talking bout barbecues....sun tan lotions.....rolling around on the beach! Maaaan, I done told yall cats summer is dead mane. It died July 13th when I embarrassed myself by thinking this hot babe could be my babe.
Who was I kidding? Im one of those winter duds that doesnt have a clue.
Somebody needs to take a snowball and hit me in the back of the knee cap! Poke an ice sickle in my chicken noodle soup in January alright?
SO LET ME DIE IN WINTER OKAY???? STOP GUSHING ABOUT SUMMER OKAY?
OKAY????
What did my dudes Dashboard say? So Long Sweet Summer??????
"Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being" Poetry is a discovering of self. It is existential. It is becoming... It is a constant metamorphosis of being"
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