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Hi Meg, thank you for the sparklies in the Lair.
Snow is swirling all about
no fishermen fishing for trout
the plows have shoved and scrapped it back
the sidewalks shoveled and salted for safety.
I've turned on the tube some movies to groove on
then sit up and look out the window to see
mother natures trick on me.
This morn the trees were all flocked
from head to toe with white beauty to show
lining the black limbs hither and yon
a time warp going back to another land.
The Ides of March came and went
March came in like a lamb now
not well spent, as her fury rages
on from dusk to dawn, whilst I gaze
out upon one white lawn.
;)
Nice! 8^)