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january
cold and squally
dark and brooding
though february is
just as moody

but march springs clocks
time advances
as in april dances
and showers give way
to the unfulfilled promise
of sunshine in may

we wait for summer's boon
as we anticipate june
in unexpected
though annual
unseasonal
monsoon

but july
july
that most fine of times
it fluffs its lines

an indian summer in august
resembles scotch mist more
as in september it pours
and october deplores
any effort at cycling

november
blows in blows through blows out
and we're left in no doubt
by a distinctly wet
december fate

happy 2008!

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