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Port Fairy In July

The sun behind the gray clouds is hidden away
It is breezy and cold in Port Fairy today
The hunger of the Season in the silver gulls cry
In the depths of the Winter in the southern July

But the flute like warblings as ever a joy for to hear
Of the silver billed magpies who sing every day of the year
In the darkness of night you even hear them sing
In their breeding Season from late Winter all through the Spring

But the cold and blustery weather the young surfers do brave
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Sunday, September 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: town
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