It was on a cold winters day
(not a hot winters day,
for that would be silly)
and cold and winter go together;
our winter is their summer;
their summer is our winter;
our spring is their autumn;
our autumn is their spring;
our autumn is their fall;
their fall is confusing –
that’s all I have to say
upon the matter –
anyway, back to the poem.
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It was on a cold winter’s day
that I dreamt Spanish summers ¡O’le!
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Was it worth the wait? 🙂
Graeme Sandford 