I HATE THE COLD, I HATE THE MOLD. I HATE THE RAIN, AND ARTHRITIC PAIN. I HATE THE SNOW, AND LIQUID FLOW. I HATE THE ICE, IT'S NOT THAT NICE. I HATE THE HUMID, AIR SO FLUID. I HATE THE WEARY, DAYS SO DREARY. I LOVE THE GREEN, A VEGGIES DREAM. I LOVE THE SUN, THOUGH ON THE RUN. I LOVE THE MOUNTAINS, AND WATER FOUNTAINS. THE AIR SO CLEAR, AN OCEAN NEAR. I HAVE A VOICE, TO MAKE A CHOICE. AND THOUGH I RATTLE, I LOVE SEATTLE.
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