This is how I remember August:

summer becomes “scorch,”

a mind-numbing, Sleepy Time

kind-of-hot. Whenever

Summer becomes scorch-

-ing hot, like an egg-frying-in-a-ceramic pan

kind-of-hot, whenever

flip-flops melt on the pavement, they’re blister

-ing hot, like an egg frying in a ceramic pan.

We go get Sonic fruit slushes, we have

flip-flops melt on the pavement, they blister

until the rains come.

We go get Sonic fruit slushes, we have

a mind-numbing, sleepy time

until the rains come.

This is how I remember August!

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