It's so hot that the north west's literally
Catching fire, the ground's so dry and smoke drifts
Across from the moor top to the city
Sometimes you smell it wherever you sit
At home or in the park. It must be shit
To live nearby the fires, breathing it in
Met Jo who really looks like her mum, bit
Of shopping in town, then up to Heaton
Park by tram for a picnic. Red face, burned
On legs a bit too, and inevitably
On the back of the neck. Popped home, then nipped
Back into town to meet Helen and friends
A good time had by all, and hopefully
I came across OK to Helen's set!
Sat 30 June
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