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Snow On The Grass
SNOW ON THE GRASS
Not chilly ... just bitter cold!
Or am I jes’ agittin’ old?
We once threw snowballs of this stuff.
Scored a hit an’ we thought we were tough.
Now, we shovel stomp and mutter.
Push it on the lawn or out in the gutter.
How many flake to make a pile?
My arm’s aching after awhile.
Imagine the difference in each little flake!
No two alike and there ain’t no fake.
Snow is real...wet, heavy and cold!
Can’t box it, fry it, sell or make it fold.
In spite of my grumbles and distress
I must admit to it’s “quietness”
Coupled with beauty across our lawn
Especially in the light of early dawn.
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