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Poetry: Unrequited Love
January Blues
PAT LAMERT

I'm sick of snow.
I'm always cold.
This winter thing is getting old.

The Christmas scenes are put away.
The wreaths look sad and dry.
No money to go shopping.
I wish it was July.

 
 
 
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