A Poem For My Brother Who Is Moving To Florida

No more cold winters for you!
No more slipping on the ice and shattering a wee little bone in your
Hand. No more shoveling snow. No more shivering and swearing
Waiting for the car to warm up. No more the smell of wet wool.

Just Hot! Hot hot Hot! And palm trees. And the beach. And
Twelve month tans. And your pool. And orchids. And sunglasses.
And shorts.

But consider: This will be your last glorious
prayedfor hopedfor longedfor finally!
Springtime.

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