In these desperate times of little writing One must bring back that old chestnut
Of how Seattle is the best, it is the greatest
It is a little piece on Earth of the heaven
As good as it gets, I have said
Of the town that on most day stays clouded! Swarga: this is where the Gods might have lived with its magical soil and endless green, oh the best weather!
In the worst of weather it gets just uncomfortable.
What's more to add
all that is to say has been said
That's if this is done
No better rhymes for me, none that can come!
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