s’more

by kdillmanjones

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Fires consume us, our trees, our spirits;

And we make s’more.

Everything’s flooded, rivers pollute lakes,

and we just swim in it.

What the hell is wrong with us,

and where’s the sunscreen?

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* 33 words to describe summer, or this weekend’s trifextra.

 

 

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