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What goes around leaves town
When endless winter storms turn your mood cold
When weary sun-less days test rugged men
When icy winds howl round you fearsome bold
When power's down, you shiver in your den
Then optimists rush in with soothing words
The fools! They say your blessings you should count
They're happy while they tell you what to do
They preach, they leave -- your troubles only mount
Well, you'll hit back at them when summer comes
When THEIR a/c gets old and then breaks down
While they are melting, drink some ice-cold rum
Then tell them, 'Better pack up and leave town...'
But you won't do that; you are much too kind
To share with them that dark place in your mind
'Sonnet - Lite'
Iambic Pentameter
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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