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X We Got it Wrong....Pushkin Sonnet Bright red solar flames light up the morning sky Contrasting well against the black bottomed clouds No sign of birds, it looks like they refuse to fly 'stead of heading East along the river in noisy crowds. Then you feel frozen, the wind direction has changed The mornings forecast you think was prearranged. As you feel the first drops from clouds opening doors Realising that the heavens will release all their stores. Too often of late, the forecasters had got it wrong Instead, northern winds had reigned strong and hard Cold mornings, warm days brought spring into the yard. But this morning we were singing a different song The wind was from the Antarctic and to our loss Was showing in reality that she was truly the boss. |
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