It’s windy outside
Every one would like a ride
Not to be taken by this wind
With out a guide
It feels like summer while its winter
I thought it was the weather
But it was I rather
It feels hot here
And I am sweating
How come it’s only me
While every one is working
Am I sick or
Is it just a fake?
I better go out
And swim in the lake
The lake is cold
And I am freezing
I think it is time
My life is ceasing
july,2005
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