The Poet Enters - During The Drought
The ground was so hot that waves of heat rose skyward, like invisible ribbons, shimmering in the wind. Looking through these transparent ribbons, the buildings seemed to be melting in the sunlight.
Enter The Poet - With Some Consideration
I was just thinking, maybe everyone's life would be better, if we took the time to consider other people; well, it was just on my mind.
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