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Waiting for Summer
I waited for summer, anxiously
On the end corner of Spring.
I was ready;
I had prepared myself for the
Excitement of sunny days.
I shaved my legs,
Painted my toe-nails.
Sun-glasses and creams at hand.
Yes, I was ready, and I waited.
I waited.
But the days just went dripping by.
Alas, Summer never turned up.
But, I waited, still anticipating.
Then the final realisation.
I was jilted.
I turned, and waded home to Autumn
Mary McCabe
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