Y oh why, july.

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July july,

why o why

you ke3p telling me

July, July,

you hound me

and ask for so much

but still.

Dont let August creep

as a summers breeze,

let September be,

if hesoever come by in like the storm he is,

so please not more,

not another word.

Why o why oh,

you July, july.

πŸ˜πŸ€”πŸ˜ΆπŸ™„πŸ˜’πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜ŽπŸ˜Ž

Dhudles

Β© oliver a. melendez

@Vb 143. b2.54

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