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This poem was written three years ago on a balmy December day much like today…

My calendar says December
But the weather says “March!”
Sixty-three degrees
Warm, balmy, damp, tropic.
Long sleeves are out
Short sleeves are in
Coats, never!
Bare feet are no longer taboo
Socks – unheard of!
So tell me then:
Why am I wearing boots?

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