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Just as I'd chosen all the verse
To reflect our dreadful weather
The sun came out, the coats came off,
And everyone felt better!
So, back to the drawing board to find
Something a bit more snappy
Assuming that the clear skies hold
And everyone's still happy.
Brian Hick June 2012
©copyright Sally Hick 12.6.24
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Where is the summer? It seems to have missed us
Down here in Hastings, where the sea is rough
And tourists cower with ketchup, chips and huss.
Where is the summer?
There were some days in May which beamed enough
To make us hope this year there'd be no fuss -
Just weeks and weeks of sun, and not a puff
Of cloud in sight - but now we lurk and cuss
The endless downpours, flash floods and the knell
Which drowns all thought of warmth this side of Hell.
Where is the summer?
Brian Hick June 2012
©Sally Hick 4.6.24 (same sentiment now)
