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I often find my clime to weak
In offerings of nature's fury A clap, a drizzle Too quick. To meek No inspiration Surely Yet in my travels to the northwest I find the climes that inspire me best The cold, the rain The vast fields of ice Locked inside a glacial realm My soul captive of its device
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