There's snow, more snow
It started as rain
And then became snane
Gusting slushy drapes
morphed into
Drifting puffy flakes
They say there'll be more
Inches four plus four
I ought to locate the blower
Long before the day is over
But the fire is warm
And the Toddy is hot
Perhaps I'll clear the drive today
Perhaps, but likely not
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