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one's mind must fry
popping and crispy on sidewalks
yellowed like bright leaves left on the balcony too long
a jaundiced dying reflecting in hot-blooded waves
to get to the meat of the matter
of summer
and have lemonade eyes with pineapple smiles
to understand the sour sweetness of
children sunburnt silly in the sand
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