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Letters September 14, 2006  RSS feed

Poetry out of this world

On the planet Uranus it appears That each season lasts About twenty one years Winter's so cold The Uranians cuss it In fact they don't even Want to discuss it But comes the spring Its citizens glow 'Cause the temperature warms u To three hundred below At one hundred below, Summer is heaven! But it won't arrive Till two thousand and seven. GeraldineForerS

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