So here we are - the last day of July.
It will be August soon.
That does not rhyme fine.
So here we are - the last day of June.
It will be August soon.
That is not true but the sky is blue.
And that is not true either.
It will be August soon.
Dramatic cloud formations covering the summer sky.
Why?
It will be August soon.
This is not a poem.
Just silly silly words.
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