The Sunday Whirl – Hot time in…

Dancing in a line of seven, name me the odd man out
Rising temperatures from bodies eeking their way down
No matter the gender, perspiration rules
A risk as it’s building, running downward as it pools
Take it for granted it’s an ever willing distress
And certain to be learned, destruction of my dress.


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