From the North to the South,
and the East to the West;
Nasty Old Man Winter
has tried his very best.
To blanket us over
with cold wet snow.
To cause giant ice-sickles
to grow, and grow.
To bury us alive
in layers of white.
And create icy roadways
to give us all a fright.
Even the children
say, ' It is ENOUGH! '
They're tired of chapped lips
and cheek red and rough.
Who wants to go on looking
like that fat Michelin Man?
We are tired of this snow
we've stood all; we can stand.
So now with one objective
and in one accord;
We pray SNOW GO AWAY
In the name; of our Lord...
AMEN
c.d.m.2-8-11
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