The climates they vary, from that coast to this, sometimes they are torture sometimes purest bliss. For reasons aplenty mad people make do, with sweltering summers and cold winters too. Just why they all do this we may never know – now stripped to their skivvies, now shoveling snow. There are other places where cold winds don't blow, where plants and herbs outdoors the year-round can grow. To yearn for far climates is a tender curse, to think of it daily and fix it in verse. As icicles lengthen and fingers grow cold, it is now or never – don't wait 'till you're old. It's not rocket science or too hard to do, in Cali your wildest dreams can come true. So book that plane ticket and speed to the West, come see why the masses still call it the best.
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