This Poem Short And Brief
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Shaun Cronick
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It's so difficult to think,
When weather is too hot.
Usually I'm never fazed,
A poem I can quickly jot.
But the sun is unforgiving,
And a temperature to match.
My imagination's drying up,
My head I begin to scratch.
We need a bit of rain,
To clear this humid air.
And I always look to hope,
Never dwell on dark despair.
And as the sun goes down,
I get some welcomed relief.
A cooling chance to write,
This poem short and brief.
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