When things go bump

Not going to speak of the weathernot whether it’s hotnot whether it’s notI’ll let the weather speak for itself. The radio’s belting out a tuneI’ll bemelting into an ice cream soonbutnot going to speak of the weather. Of coursefor the Britishthis limits the conversation,no talk of sunstrokeor of precipitation, I’m going fishin’she says,‘again?take an umbrellait…

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