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Not Snow Again!
It's late, it's after midnight and my working day is done, Alas, tomorrow, I will not be basking in the sun, For just as snow melts and I once again can see my lawn, The weatherman predicts the snow will cover it by dawn. Two days we had of '50's temps, 'twas really looking cheery, But now we'll drown in white again, my heart is feeling weary. I keep on saying that it's near, the bright and hopeful spring, The flowers, trees and wondrous things like hearing birdies sing. Ah, please.
Written by Pethaven March 8, 2009 0 comments from 0 users
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