The first warm breeze
on the last day of February
causes the city
a sigh of relief
after a grim winter,
a war next door,
dry wells,
unaccompanied underage refugees
and fentanyl addicts.
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It's about
that first warm breeze
on the last day of February
after a grim winter.
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Author:
Norman Flagtea (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2026 11:16
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And so it would seem but for those that must invent things where they are not that first warm breeze on the last day of February could signal the first rays of hope for those giving up addiction and its cold hold. Nicely done
Very friendly, Soren. Thank you...
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