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Mar 2013
What has nature come to?
This weather can't be true.
Don't you realize this is affected,
Mother nature is disconnected.
Where are the flowers?
When will it shower?
This very weather,
Deluded as a gnome,
This disgraceful feeling,
I would never call home.
Written by
Shari Forman  New York
(New York)   
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