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The windless streets Throb with sultry haze. In stuffy rooms, in lifts and cars We fight the discomfort Of July weather. We see no reason To change our pace Instead are annoyed At this impertinent heat. The sun is standing In a cloudless sky And the air quivers silently. The birds in trees The frogs in ponds Accept the restful heat And wait for the cool of evening Before raising their voice. |
