How hot this summer without a lee,
Moves not a leaf, It's killing me.
Dear God! please change my ambiance,
If not, atleast my perseverance.
What job! with all dripping saturated wipes,
With hot air I force clean the pipes.
Inhaling fumes and dust, not flowery!
Dear God! atleast think of my allergy.
You know the best, how do I suffer,
If not, recollect my last adventure.
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