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Oct 2020
That grey sky
Oh my oh my
Could mean rain
Not rain again
There were  puddles this morning
When the day was dawning
Everything was wet wet wet
But that’s what you get
When the rough weather is here
It’s that time of year
When the leaves have fallen
And the trees are becoming bare
The wind is howling
The temperature has dropped
Oh my goodness it’s winter
Already I am quite shocked!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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