Hey, There’s Street below that Snow & Ice…

Will wonders never cease?

Who would have thought?

What miracles do the gods bring forth?

There is street below all that snow & ice,

Hard to fathom as it has been so long,

Covered with mostly ice, told I was wrong,

But I had believed that the street just moved along.

Not that I am herein complainin’,

I would not go so far as to make that sin,

As after all we have had, I don’t want anymore,

Maybe the winter gods will no longer bring more,

But try as I might, I find it hard to believe,

That we will get through this winter,

Without added snow shoveling, a boring chore…

So, to the god of the sun,

Please keep bringing us more of your pleasant rays,

Even if the cold does return this weekend, just not the gray,

Oh yeah and the white wash that cleans the ground, please,

Oh please, keep that away too, send it to Canada or someplace north,

As they seem to be prepared for it, they like it more…

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