Manonton Dalan

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Con-Fews >>>> - Poem by Manonton Dalan

I run out of my car
run into house empty
and cold; wind slapping
my windows to submission
so as rain pouring hard
what's going on, I just
came from snow flurries

weather changes so fast
amazing we can't keep up
I am wondering what; next
summer tomorrow or flood
I need my hot chocolate
and very warm long rest

Topic(s) of this poem: weather

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2016

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