Summersong

Tom Milsom
We are running out of water,
Summer's setting out to be too hot,
We're going except in shade.
Now the sun keeps rising everyday,
And I hate how it just stays that way,
The nights are too short these days.
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I keep on thinking how mankind
Will shrivel up and burn and die
If we were confide into the sun.
The noise cuts off my head some days,
I wish that I was dead in ways,
I'm better now, I'm only one.
And that's how life has got to be,
I need to get you suited,
6 billion people think that we
Are more important than the rest,
And that's just how it's meant to be,
There's people living who aren't me.
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