Dolores Dream
The white, electric skillet of a day
Threatened to sear us all away -
Fat frying, spluttering - rank Chicago smeltering along,
Smothered in heavy, wooly sweat,
The city knew a sad regret
For staying long in summer's heavy.
No escape. Delirious.
So I went subterraneous.
Maybe I'd dream about Dolores'
Kinda' auburn hair
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