The following just ran down the brain like a bead of sweat down the forehead:
Peopled cocooned in air conditioning
Can’t crack the window too hot, whaaaah, burp, whaaaah
Can’t sweat
Ruin the dress
Me
Bring it on
Love to sweat
Alive
Don’t worry you won’t die
Sweat down the breast
Tank top drenched
Oh how alive
Physical labor outside
The ’65 has no a.c.
Just windows down, fast
Loud, exciting music
Air drums more sweat
YES
Alive!
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