It’s snowing.
No poem.
return all good cheer and
place all hope
back in its original wrapping.
snow in March
is like a
a groundhog’s fart.
Exactly,
go back to sleep.
Annual Vernal Equinox Poem
It’s snowing.
No poem.
return all good cheer and
place all hope
back in its original wrapping.
snow in March
is like a
a groundhog’s fart.
Exactly,
go back to sleep.
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