She’s in Montana
Playing with the cats
Thirteen or more
Just to be exact
I’m in Florida
Watering the plants
Filling the bird bath
Fighting the ants
She left in August
Before the hurricanes
California’s in a drought
Florida had the rain
Now she’s snowed in
Winter’s all the fuss
No time to leave
Montana in the dust
It may be summer
Or even the spring
Could it be Christmas
When I see her again?
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