the hot heat stops sleep from seeping in.
my wacky baccy is absent from its tin.
peasantry is not all that it’s cracked up to be.
down the road i found a sour cherry tree.
the dog’s found an underground swarm of bees
by the bank of the brook where his nose took a look.

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