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About This Poem
New England Conversation
Here in old New England
Season after season, cliche after cliche,
We talk 'bout the weatha day after day.
It ain't so much how are ya
Although we really care,
We'd ratha conversation 'bout how cold it is out theya
Hot nuff for ya darlin'
It's slippry, watch yur step
They say it's gonna be the hottest summa yet.
The collas 'ill be great this fall,
Gotta rake the leaves,
Then we'll see just how much snow there's gonna be.
Here in old New England
It's almost like a game,
Ta talk about the things we know we cannot change.
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