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Michigan winters I would like to send.
Sometimes the snow doesn't come 'til Christmas.
Sometimes it starts in October.
And sometimes it comes in one flippin' day, a foot and a half of snow literally in 24 hours, completely wrecking duck pens that your Dad and your siblings and yourself has been working on for weeks, covering the roads, somehow keeping the plows off the roads, making work incredibly slow, and making it necessary to clean off cars ensuing in pants that are wet up to the knee, and speech impediments due to frozen cheeks, lips and chins. And run-on sentences too.
Maybe this happens in other places also, but dangit, I have to live here, and I don't want to have to endure snow and ice until June snarkin' drat it!!
Grr.
Sorry. Now back to your regularly scheduled amusements.
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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