Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Never-Ending Winter

Tomorrow it's going to rain
Which means we must clear out the drain.
It's clogged up with snow
There's no place to go
For water.  It's kind of a pain.

We must or we're facing a flood
So now - with some tears, sweat and blood -
We're hacking at ice.
Some Spring would be nice,
But then we'd be dealing with mud.

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