My awning a sail,
It never does fail,
I put it in so the wind does not of it rip,
Then the wind does die, ain’t it a trip…
When I again open it out,
The wind does return,
Blowing the canvas & shaking the rig,
Seems the wind wants to of me rout…
Still can’t complain,
1030pm in late November,
And its still 60 degrees outside,
The temps will again this week drop,
Back to the up & down temperature ride…
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Anna
*Ed*
May have to turn on the heater,
then switch to the AC as I can
certainly relate to your poem!!
Lady Vivian