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A Year of Winds

When a January blast, Feeds a February blizzard, It recedes into a March flurry. An April flutter, Melds into a May wafting. Giving way to a June zephyr, Followed up by a July puff. A mere breath in August, Succumbs to September drafts, Which are overcome by gusts of October. Nodding away to the gales of November, That chill a soul for the blows of December.

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Date: 10/24/2020 6:28:00 PM
And here we are facing those November gales and December blows. You must live up North somewhere, Kenneth. ~ Chicagoan here, bracing himself...
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Date: 10/20/2020 7:21:00 PM
A delightful poem that took me quickly through the seasons in a lovely way.
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