sweat sit in the shade
stop moving for a moment
does not really help
My hair is a fright
children see it and run off
brushes are for wimps
short little poems
borrowing a format but
not following form
autumn air breathe
the air refreshes our lungs
breathe again my friend
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I'm thinking the first and last lines should be reversed.
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