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Jan 2021
Winter rain means little to summer,
Falling as it does in December.
But the cool wind of the years end,
Leaves spring grieving for winters relief,
Weeping as the chilly rain,
Then turns into its frozen lover.
Written by
Ron
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     Bogdan Dragos and Khoisan
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