Humidity is dampness,
So dreadful you can’t bear.
The mold that grows,
Like weeds or grass,
Cannot be cleaned in summers heat,
And if you even try,
The cleanest it will ever get,
Is hardly worth the stress.
For no motivation comes at all,
When you are drenched in sweat,
You’d rather go and drown in ice,
Or pack and move up north,
However now you’re headed home,
And what to wonders eyes?
An air condition has arrived,
Your daddy brought it home,
And as you step inside the room,
You cannot thank him more!
-Aaron E-J

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