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Nov 2021
in the year two thousand and thirty
Desmond was expecting a rising temperature
of one point five degrees
so he scampered outside to sit in a
cooler southern breeze

but much to his surprise the temperature
wasn't as hot as that
therefore he wasn't in need of a sun shading
broad brimmed hat

the horrendous predictions that were made
at COP 26
didn't appear to be in its temperature
mix  

he thought unto himself how could
climate forecasters get it all so wrong
thence he rushed back inside to dress himself
in a woolen coat which was ankle length long
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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