Wind slinks on the ground
It’s unseasonably cold
May should be bright, warm
Full of buds and flowers
Not this bleak, cold, gray howler
Is it climate change?
Perhaps.
Or maybe the weather
Is a reflection of my own mood.
Wind slinks on the ground
It’s unseasonably cold
May should be bright, warm
Full of buds and flowers
Not this bleak, cold, gray howler
Is it climate change?
Perhaps.
Or maybe the weather
Is a reflection of my own mood.
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