frozen ground; rolling ice
wind searing; scared mice
no grass to wave they're
buried deep or very stiff
trick by warm winter soul
wilted turning brown, come
spring no seeds for grass
sun is up but not enough
still very cold to lounge
all kid are all bundled up
no school bus today at park
they're off; tomorrow back
so as those running children
trying to catch a free ride
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