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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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The bleeding midday sky,

Sun is beating down on me,

Want to lash out at a fly,

But my hands are occupied.

 

The world is shaded pink,

So I see behind my glass,

Move slowly as we speak,

Faint hearts are slow to beat.

 

Watch some telly for a change,

Words falling on deaf ears,

Getting thirsty for a beer,

But it's too hot to get up.

 

The twilight slowly fades,

Yet the summer carries on,

Evening air still sears,

For night brings no respite.

 

God it's hot. . .

 

 

-Inspired by New Order: Slow Jam.

Love that song

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