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Today started dusty-thick, farmer's clouds
Hugging roads beside their crops
I cycled puzzled past fluffy shrouds
And picked my way between the flocks


As the day grew long, the haze burned'way
As figures droop and drip with sweat
Turn the fan to max today
Maintaining all at mildly wet


The grass shakes and the trees all quiver
While down each back there runs a river
The limp breeze offers no release
I type inside and drip on keys