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French Heat
The weather map seems to have burst into flame
We wonder if climate change is to blame
Perspiration pours down skin like tears
I’m in shorts for the first time in 20 years
The city roasts in a concrete sea
This weekend we await the 39th degree
It’s too hot to move and the kids won’t nap
We need drinks on demand and patience on tap
But the thing that bugs me most, I fear
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Saturday 4th August 2018 11:34 am
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