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In August ; : Paul Laurence Dunbar : : : :. When August days are hot an’ dry,When burning copper is the sky,I ‘d rather fish than feast or flyIn airy realms serene and high. I ‘d take a suit not made for looks,Some easily digested books,Some flies, some lines, some bait, some hooks,Then wouldContinue reading “In August : Paul Laurence Dunbar : : August Poems: : Months Poems: :”