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Courtesy of the Boston Public Library,Leslie Jones Collection |
When it gets too hot
in this town there's not a lot
of comfort one can get
in the form of something wet.
I climb in to get my kicks
and escape the baking bricks
and I whistle at the chicks
and ignore the tuts and tsks.
They say this bath is for the birds,
but it's good enough for me!
