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Every day is an opposite day
Sun, cloud, cold warm disarray
I look outside at rays of gold
Then next is grey with saddened winds
The ground swells with light
The plants unaware grow and grow
The cold comes and rattles the dead trees
Willow weeps and maples cringe
Strong survivors with hardened skin
The weather tempts frolicking
Then cold snap rudely awakens
What choices to make in sedentary days
Stay in stay sick and overmedicate