sudden gush of wind
in front of me; very cold
where does that came from
norm nowadays, weather
puzzling for weathermen
as well as we on planet
i would say sun is leaving
clouds is lonely so it rains
earth is on wobble; true
so many if's i get my hands
i'm keeping my jacket from
attic or from garage sale
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