A ceiling fan gives out relief
A kindness we receive,
for under it we always get soft light and gentle breeze.
When heat arrives
humidity thrives
too hot to be believed,
but stuffiness
is laid to rest
by coolness we receive
As blades spin round
comfort is found
no reason to despair,
our happiness
is what comes next
as blades stir stifled air
Oh ceiling fan
you are so grand
you have that certain flair
both light and wind
expand within
the radius we share.
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