It’s
too hot to work
And too hot to play;
It’s
too hot to go
And too hot to stay.
It’s
too hot to die
And too hot to live;
Too
hot to receive
And too hot to give.
It’s
too hot to sell,
And too hot to buy;
It’s
too hot to ride
And too hot to fly.
It’s
too hot to weep
And too hot to wish,
But
just about right
To lay off and fish.
June
29, ‘09
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