Halfway through January, and the light
Is slowly coming back each day as I
Walk home from the office, a welcome sight
It's easier to see broken glass, pass by
It and dog shit, as in rude health I fly
Along the pavements of eastern Salford
A crescent moon observes through slitty eye
As I happily make my way homeward
This time of year we always look forward
To an improvement on the season's blight
We should remember though it won't be dry
Or sunny this summer - a time of flood
Is more likely, it seems there's no respite
And other countries, they're tinderbox dry!
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