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