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Nature 2009

The leaves on the trees are still green
And the sun as bright as I've ever seen
But the air is cold as a witches boob
So I stay inside and watch the tube

It's August and suppose to be hot
But heavens to Betsy it is not
Turning on the furnace would be too soon
So I wrap up in a blanket and whistle a tune

Oh, for a fire place nice and hot
But a fire place I haven't got
I'd throw a big log on the fire
Instead wrapped in my blanket I play my lyre

September is next and what do you bet
It will be the hottest month yet
Nature has lost it's mind for sure
Give it a spoonfull of medicine for the cure.

August 31, 2009

                                                            
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                                             Lila May
Guptill (AKA) Lunaria


Posted: 2009-08-31 15:23:47 UTC

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2009-12-22 01:26:57izzy
this is really good. have you published any of your work?