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Days

Miserable grey, damp wet Days
Days shorter and winters Long
Long bleak dark Evenings
Evenings as black as pitch.

Bright frosty cold Mornings
Mornings glistening in the Sun
Sun shines cold as the Day
Day soon will become night.

Snow crisp and White
White flurries fall from the Sky
Sky as white as the Day
Day fades into a crisp evening.

Days engulfed with Floods
Floods devastating your Home
Home unfit to live In
In shelter we seek comfort.

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Hazel Connelly October 3, 2012 at 6:58 AM Thank you Amanda very true. This poem is actually called a LOOP poem, where the last word of the line starts the next line.

Amanda Sullivan October 2, 2012 at 4:10 PM Hi Hazel, great poem just about sums up our days here in the UK. Great write xx :)