Damn it all.
This is driving me mad.
Like dogs and Englishmen
under the broiling summer sun.
I do not enjoy summer.
Slow shimmering burn
of your clingy moist heat.
I do not enjoy simmering cremation.
The rancid smell of my sweat oozing
between bodily cracks and crevices.
Clearly I am no Sam McGee for
I truly believe:
It is much nicer to have ice
in my boots and toes.
merlinspielen 
I don’t agree with your sentiment but I do love your words.
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Oh indeed! I know others will indeed feel the complete opposite. Just like Sam McGee 🙂
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Songs of a Sourdough. And sourdough is all the rage these days…
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Ha! I have been a sourdough fan since I was a wee lad. Sourdough Rye is gorgeous breakfast toast. However it now seems everything has to be sourdough…
And maybe it is because I read too many sourdough adventures in the land of the midnight sun!
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Are you not still in Canada?
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I am indeed…where the rule usually is if you don’t ljke the current weather – wait 15 minutes!
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Yup that’s the way of it.
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Broiling indeed. Perfectly portrayed pungent perspiration….are we all melting?
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I don’t know about we – but I. I am ice cream reverted to milk and curdling
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