Don't spend JulySpine curled and crooked
Like the internet is some sweet fruit
Equal to wild blackberries.
Today is my birthday
Mom says the day I arrived
Was so hot in Kansas
She thought she would die.
That makes sense
Born from the hot oven
Heat lives on my back
Like coals ready to ignite.
Cool me off, Slow me down.
Wrap me in soft breezes,
Dress me in fall leaves,
Please, give me ice cream.
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