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Heat


 

As the heat rises,

people let go of one of their disguises.

The temperature will soar,

and one’s wild side will wage war.


With the humidity sanity disappeared,

then the morality that people once bared.

Due to the weather,

the amount of crime won’t get better.

The things people will do to stay chill,

will sometimes have them end up in jail.


Speaking for everyone,

the heat is no fun.

It does not do anything for the people,

it just makes us crazy,

while wanting to be equal.


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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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