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Lament of the Desert Dweller – an editorial poem

I despise summer.
Its way too bright for way too long
And with each coming day it is brighter for longer.
Morning comes earlier,
(I hate mornings)
And dusk comes later and later
(I live for nightfall).
I wait for the solstice
knowing that at least then the trend will reverse itself
and incrementally the days will shorten.
In the meantime, the temperatures soar,
the sun burns and soon, to add insult to injury,
the humidity will start to climb
making life outside of an air conditioned building
totally unbearable.
I hate summer.

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