Golden Crown - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Umbrella weather damp and cold
Mr. Sun has gone on hold.
Drip-drip-drip from every tree,
Roaring thunder constantly.
July is usually fair of face
Umbrella weather has no place.
Floral perfume drifts around
~~Mr. Sun wears the crown~~
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