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Wintummer


 

Summer and Winter the Therapist will see you now....

 

I hope seeing this doctor helps us adjust

 

 Summer a lot people need help getting along, it’s okay to see a Therapist 

 

They tried to say last year I was a bummer

 

I don’t care about your problems 

Summer 

 I have my issues too .....

Hiking, camping, long walks slow down with me, but picks back up when they get to you

 

You bring families back together 

You have Christmas time and comfort food for dinner 

 

I know ..... I know .....

everyone likes cozying by the fireplace, watching movies, sipping hot chocolate just because I’m Winter 

 

 

 

Last year I did some stuff you wouldn’t believe 

 

So who cares, I made it snow on Christmas Eve

 

You also get the pleasure of bringing in the New Year

 

Summer, please stop with the crocodile tears

 

I had the beaches pack, with my triple digits over a 100 degrees 

 

Netflix owes me a check for the whole stay in and chill

 

due to overheating people use too much air, I helped increase those energy bills

 

Really !!!  I thought it would drop

Cause of the cookouts, traveling, and hanging at the ice cream shops

 

They complain non-stop....

What do they want ?

With you it too cold ...

With me it’s too hot....

 

Summer I’m tired of hearing you whimper

 

I heard people started getting really sick back in December 

 

Look summer they shut the world down in March ....

Don’t you remember ?

 

Don’t throw that on me , it was spring 

 

Let’s get to the point

Are you responsible for this covid 19 thing

 

Winter, blaming a world pandemic on me isn’t okay

 

Rather you started it or not 

Get ready, cause I think it’s here to stay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t understand 

But I’m aware 

Religion is in your soul

The best philosophy comes from the old

Independence comes at a price

To feel alive you must cheat death ,twice

Only the conscious go far

I am who I am

Are you who you are ?

 

 

I don’t understand 

But I’m aware 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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