Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
A Typhoon's Gift
Unusual, cool winds in August, break the
Sweaty Grip of a long hot humid spell
But, I suppose, if bugs could talk,
They'd all be saying "What the hell?"
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