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Born To Be A Beach Bum

A side effect of getting old
is hating winter’s frigid cold.
If such a thing is somewhere sold,
I wouldn’t flinch, if truth be told,
to pay the highest price in gold
and have these frozen temps controlled
by blazing sunshine, hot and bold,
while endless summer days unfold.

© Susan Schoeffield

As evening temperatures continue to dip into single digits over the next several days, I can’t help daydreaming about wonderful, warmer climes.

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