Again and again with the works-in-progress...

[zenosarrow]

I want it to be
Permanently
Seventy degrees
With a slight chance of rain
Winter is penance
For all of our sin
But summer here's hotter
Than hell's ever been
Sunglasses went
From luxury
In all of an hour
To a life or death need
But my sunglasses died
Along with my car
In an unfortunate encounter
With a sycamore
I want it to be
Permanently
Seventy degrees
With a slight chance of rain
Winter is penance
For all of our sin
But summer here's hotter
Than hell's ever been