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ON THE WEATHER by FERRIS GREENSLET

First Line: THE SULTRY STILLNESS OF A SUMMER'S DAY
Last Line: SO HOT! AND ALL MY DUCKS ARE IN THE WASH.
Subject(s): SUMMER;
THE sultry stillness of a summer's day
Oppresses every sense. The droning bees
Alone the silence break, and restless play
The shadows of the gently swaying trees.

The very ripples in the stream are still,
Save now and then a low and gentle swash,
All which doth try me sore against my will --
So hot! And all my ducks are in the wash.



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