mungo jerry – in the summertime

Right up there on my list of happiest songs and something to whistle along to as God cranks up the oven, the beads of sweat hang on an eyebrow, trickle around the corner of your eye and relax on the tip of your nose to cannonball past your lips to never return only for his friend to come racing up behind him screaming my turn, thick black frames rest on my nose slipping moving hiding the direction of the corner of my eyes to all of God’s beauty barely there in the summertime.

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