i miss her body in the spring
i miss her freckles in the summer
i miss her outfits in the fall
i miss her mittens in the winter
i miss her crankiness in the mornings
i miss her phone calls in the afternoons
i miss her more in the evenings
it's raining right now in london
but that doesn't bring a smile to my face
i hope for her sake - it lets up
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