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WIMBLEDON WEEK
Frazzled we sweltered,
dazzled we sheltered
as the storm raged
in the sky overhead.
First days of July
were extraordinarily hot.
Dog didn’t like it a lot
and neither did I.
Tennis playing Brits
were cooked to bits,
dead beat in the heat
and most died in defeat.
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Doggie Ditties, Potty Poetry and Tall Tales 