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It doesn’t seem fair That an antipodean friend Is swimming in a city Awash with giggling daffodils And bridges fresh dressed for spring In wildest violet While in my town the keening autumn wind Sends crisp ochre tears falling from the plane trees. I was never a winter person. I face the sun like the day-lily Turning as the world Keeping my back to the shadows And it doesn’t seem fair That I have to go without in order for you To enjoy! We should both enjoy together.  Pam C.
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