It’s starting to get hot again.
That’s all the “weather” we get out here: hot, not as hot, and hot as fuck.
May is almost over, and that means August draws near..er
Nearer; it’s closer to getting here.
And it’ll come without boxes, ribbons or tags
It’ll come without packages, wrapping or bags
Something something something charming as an eel
Until I come back and put more words here, I want you to remember that I like you
Because you’re good enough, you’re smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like me.
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