Some would dread summer.
Once it sets in, they cope with it.
Some would dread winter.
Once it enters, they cope with it.
Loss of the dearest, you fear.
Once it occurs, you cope with it.
When you depart from the dear one
It would make him/her fit to cope with it,
And instead he/she would make someone dear
We endure what we cannot cur
With supplements and substitutes.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
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