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The Four Seasons

The Four Seasons All the world has four seasons, why do some think they don't? They all present differently, no matter where you are on earth. We don't need to think we are supreme beings because we have snowfall. Nor should we down our sisters and brothers who choose a sunny climate other than ours as brainless,dull fuzzballs. I don't know much, but I know this. I will hear complaints from all when it snows. At first it will be all ooos and ahs! But after weeks of shoveling and unworkable cars,oh my! They wail for the next season. If one is lucky enough to be at home, snowfall is a delight! But for those who have to work daily or walk or fall in freezing cold. This whooping over snow gets pretty old! Notes: *Poet once lived in Chicago almost half her existence in the Windy City. But once she touched the fine joys of the state of California life, fell in love with it. I do mean,hopelessly.* August 16, 2019

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Caycay Jennings

Date: 8/16/2019 10:59:00 PM

Some people will complain about something each season. I was born in wintertime in Germany, and have lived in Virginia and other states north of her, all the way to Massachusetts so I've my snow memories. I've also lived in Florida and such a clime is definitely my fav at this point in life. When one must commute to work and sees snow out their window, they tend to cuss rather that ew and ah (I sure did). A poem that really got my thoughts rolling and concurring. I sent you a soupmail. CayCay

Panagiota Romios
Date: 8/17/2019 11:47:00 AM

You certainly have had a wide experience in living in many climates! I read your mails and made the corrections you suggested, see above! Thank you so much CayCay. Enjoy your breakfast,,time for me to do the same. With appreciation, Panagiota