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Aug 2023
We can’t see it yet
When my father
Will end this
Long winter
That we just hate
We are not used to
This kind of weather
Some people go out
During the Winter
But when they go out
They get dressed warm
So they don’t catch a flu
Yes people the temperature
Keeps changing
Every single day
Also during the Winter
The days are shorter
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
(60/M/Toronto)   
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