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August
August down under is winter torn asunder.
Under leaden skies, lightning clouds make thunder.
Gardens revive, buds pop, the yellow wattles bloom.
Unfolding butterfly wings, like feathers arrayed, plume.
Sunny days with showers, mist the air with scent.
Titillated taste buds arise, foretelling spring's ascent.
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John Anderson
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