It’s Not August–YET

Oh, to be in Texas
Now that August’s there,
When asphalt bubbles freely,
Giving fragrance to the air.

Dust swirls and dances all about,
A veil across the land,
And insects swarm your eyes and face,
And flee your swatting hand.

In Texas—now!

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