Even the Army doesn't work that hard for long in this weather; for once in my life, I took a day off due to the heat - after yesterday's work, there's just no fuel for me to run on today, and no job is worth becoming a heat casualty.
It is unreal out there.
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At Fiddler’s Green, where seamen true
When here they’ve done their duty
The bowl of grog shall still renew
And pledge to love and beauty.
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