CLIMATOLOGIST

CLIMATOLOGIST

I was working in the garden
One hot and humid day
Wishing for a little breeze
That just might come my way.
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Now I’m thinking how soon
That time did disappear
Leaving only memories
Cold weather was soon here.
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So now I’m griping again
About the high cost of heat
Seems I’m always complaining
Or my day is not complete.
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I know that I should change and
Accept what the day may bring
Whistle such cares away,
Or maybe even sing.
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But that sure will never happen
I always will complain
Too hot in the sunshine and
Too wet when it rains.


Monty