The streets are erupting with parades
and pavilions and parasols and him-haws
about how dreary the winter was
Oh and lets not forget the alcohol
Bring on the sweet sticky sweat of summer
The hum of a thousand air conditioners
turning on at once
Dogs barking, children playing,
the rosie reenactments of war
socials, bar b ques, swimming pools
They march on like ants
Relentless and unswayed
by the yellowed world around them
Seeking sugar and something special
It's death to you winter
and time for a new world.
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