My Geminiacal Life
In my dreams nothing stinks.
Everybody say it with me: "How hot is it?"
It's so hot, a squirrel deflated under my pepper tree.
It's so hot, bees set up a vacation resort in my pond.
It's so hot....
It's so hot....
Aw, heck, that's all I got.
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