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This poem is a sonnet and lipogram; the letter "A" is not used.
Spring in Saint John's
Where I come from, Spring is so elusive; Snow, fog, drizzle persist for frequent weeks. So, when it comes, it boosts the will to live! Forget the cold temps, mild temps do we seek! Spring often shows up in June; it’s no joke. People who visit here don’t believe it. Here, we keep good humor; we’re sturdy folk: “Is it nice outside? Hell no! It’s not fit!” Whether it’s drizzle or thundershower, cloudburst, deluge, freezing fog or sprinkle, the wetness might persist countless hours; but we keep perspective; eyes still twinkle.
Such privilege to live here; we’re lucky. The storm outside? Never mind. It’s ducky!
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