Changing Moods
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Isn't it strange how weather reflects on our moods,
When it's raining we are like bears with sore heads,
When it's bright and sunny we become spring chickens,
Leaping out of our beds!
When snow falls we become children again,
Throwing snowballs like teenagers at all kith and kin!
When it's windy and we're out and about,
Embarrassment rears it's head,
As we fight with our umbrellas,
That suddenly decide to blow in and out!
Weather predicts our moods every day,
As I sit here this morning,
The birds are singing beneath the bright sky,
I feel contentment,
As I write each line,
That's ok,
That suits me fine.
Jayne Louise Davies
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