Though the sun is on the other side
Outside is a furnace
It is humid and my skin went sticky
As I went outside
But now I am on my back
Watching the ceiling fan
Refusing to rev.
A nice stream of breeze
Comes in and I feel real good!
And the clothes flying
With the fan revving
And I thought the absconded
Public power supply has come back
Oh sweet breeze
Thank you for this afternoon visit
Not even kola
Do I have for appreciation
Thank you for blowing in
Come again another day this as hot!
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