Brits and the weather

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The winter we moan, with cold icy winds,
Cant wait for summer, and heat it brings.

In autumn we moan, the wind does bite,
Cant wait till summer, it will be alright.

The spring we moan, the rain does come,
Cant wait for summer, and the hot sun.

The summer we moan, it is too hot,
Cant wait for Autumn, so soon we forgot!

Debbie Jolley we wouldn't be brits if we didn't moan about the weather :-)
David Hollingworth A True reflection of an English person's thoughts on the passing

 
 
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