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june  twenty  second   it  was , a  day  so  burning  , heat  wave  killing  all, trees  dried    hung  down their  branches  heavily,  that  too  scorched  stood   buckling  down, leaves  sizzled    wiht  the   soil   steaming  out  heat , grass  had  already  turned  stiff, blossoms  that  grew  scantily   did  not  last   long  , the  csckoo  had  hid itself  somewhere