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Monday, February 25, 2019

I DREAM NO SNOW BUT, WHAT WILL I REAP?

I dream of long, long ago,
When I was not buried in all this snow,
When the sun gave off a warm, golden glow,
And, heating my home didn't take all my dough,

 I long for the world when the weather was better,
I cursed those hot days now, I'm a regretter,
Those days I did not wear sweater upon sweater,
And, worry my kitty may freeze because he's a bed wetter.

So it goes as I am freezing,
And, every breath I tend toward wheezing,
With a bronchial cough and sinus sneezing,
I greatly fear the grim reaper is teasing.  


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