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Nov 2016
The transition outside;
It was cold
and damp.
But still it was better
Than the stuffy room, the cluttered room.


And now we wait;
for the summer air.
It will surprise us
and keep us warm.
Until Autumn finds us again;
and chills our bones.
Until Winter comes again;
and numbs our bodies.
Until the ground thaws;
and we make our transition
Again.
Joseph
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Joseph
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   --- and Doug Potter
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