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Eighty Degrees And Rising
It’s a special time of surprises
And sightings when the mercury
Pushes the upper end and
Friends you haven’t seen in
What seems like forever
Drop by with High Fives and hugs,
Not for long as they’ve
Much to do while the sky
Holds hot and blue,
The barbecue aroma
Ice clinking in glasses
Laughter and flashes of skin
The scintillating signature of
Eighty degrees and rising.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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