It is so early in the morning
Yet you can already feel it
You walk out the door
It is instant
The sweltering heat
Like a slap in the face
You can feel the stickiness
You're clothes are stuck to you like glue
A stickiness so bad
You want to peel your clothes off layer by layer
You're frizzy mane is pulled back out of your face
The sweat is dripping down
Dripping all the way down your back
You wipe your brow
The mugginess is like a thick cloud
Oh these joys
The joys of a hot summer morning
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