Stinson Fog | May 2009 | Copyright 2009
05/24/2009
I peeked out my window
And over the sea
Were grey skies and fog
Headed toward me
On went my coat,
My sweater, my hat
I was pelted with wind
In five seconds flat
My walk, it was brisk!
My nose was so runny!
There’s no challenge, I say
In strolling while sunny
If it’s cold and it’s blowing
In San Francisco today
That means just one thing:
It’s summer! Hooray!
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