Climate
"None! "
Said she:
"Not even a drop! "
She, sister talked of rain in the winter
Saw no need to mention the snow
It is of past and then when
Zayandeh Rood was a sea
-in city, half-of-world
-Esfahan
Now dried totally
Almost a gravel road…
Thanks to the Trump-likes…
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