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The Hot Weather Fiend
Edwin C. Ranck

Ah, somewhere in another world
There is a warmer spot,
Where the fire is burning always.
And always it is hot;
And always fiends are shouting,
And always flames are blue,
And always Satan's asking:

This poem is in the public domain.



Edwin Carty Ranck was born in 1879 in Lexington, Kentucky. His father was a writer and newspaper editor. After attending Harvard, Edwin followed in his father's footsteps and became a journalist, writing at one point for the New York Times.


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This poem captures what I've been feeling since I arrived in Tucson on August 1. I've decided to mend my ways since I now know what "hotter than Hell" is.
Posted 08/05/2015 05:54 PM
Mary Lou Taylor:
Enjoyed the poem and all the comments. So right.
Posted 08/03/2015 03:56 PM
Short with punchline. Love it.
Posted 08/03/2015 03:15 PM
We Midwesterners always ask each other this question when the temperature climbs. A good job of lifting the cliche to art.
Posted 08/03/2015 08:28 AM
nice shift from the opening "Ah, somewhere . . .".
Posted 08/03/2015 06:06 AM

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