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Submitted:Jan 18, 2008 Reads: 103 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
We are so tired of taking the
Heat so unbearable, it makes
Summers in Egypt look
Before you think, stop before
You speak, speak words of
Course I didn't recognize you
With all that make up on.
When the season change
With a slow southern drawl
There is nothing like
It or not, I am here to
All those mornings that we
Woke and looked upon each
One is a dollar,
So count your change.
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