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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

I CURSED THE BEACHES OF SNOW

One fall I sat in a warm sun driven glow,
Then, came the blizzard bringing beaches of snow,
I am not vocally proud,
I cursed profusely out loud,
For it would be six months before the warm glow I'd know.

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