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I WISH I WERE YOU.
I am sitting here sweltering on my open verandah There's a bit of a breeze blowing through, But it's hot and it's dry, and I speak with candour "Oh, how I wish I were you". My grass has turned brown from the heat and the drought, So sad 'cause there's no rain in view. To feel cold or see rain is my solitary thought "Oh, how I wish I were you". Our summers are hot when Christmas comes round No roast turkey dinners (though some do) Salads, cold meat and ice cream abound "Oh, how I wish I were you". I see snow on your ground, burning logs in your fire, Pink noses, gloved hands, cold knees too. Folk gathered round singing songs like a choir "Oh, how I wish I were you". Think I'll go to the beach, toss around the old ball, Eat ice-blocks, then swim in the sea, Come home, have a nap, then the family will call "Gee, I'm glad that I'm me!" ** #1501613 Not An Image ** .
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