{"id":1237,"date":"2014-05-01T12:00:30","date_gmt":"2014-05-01T19:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=1237"},"modified":"2016-05-07T12:01:42","modified_gmt":"2016-05-07T19:01:42","slug":"140501","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2014\/05\/01\/140501\/","title":{"rendered":"140501"},"content":{"rendered":"

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140501
\nHot enough to fry an egg…<\/p>\n

78 at nine
\nSome people think that’s fine
\nBut on the Central Coast
\nThat’s when we start to roast
\nNinety seven at noon
\nThat’s when we start to swoon
\nWhen it’s still hot at night
\nIt makes us feel like shite
\nWe’ll all be in sorrow
\nIf hotter tomorrow
\nWe’ll be wearing a frown
\nIf it doesn’t cool down<\/p>\n