Californians - Poem by Mark Knapik
don’t know how lucky you got it;
Me, from back east, with the...
Ten to fifteen inches of snow in a day;
Humidity at ninety, ninety-five percent;
Flash flooding with two to three inches of rain in an hour
already two, three times this July.
And the scenery; Let’s not forget the scenery,
I’ll switch with you anytime.
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