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Sep 7
Winter is coming
and I know this
because the birds
are going South,
flowing
as fast as any river.

They are an omen
much better than the
weather men.

Spring will come along
with a blooming lovely song
and we'll all feel warmed by this.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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