Winter snowfall turns to slush, an easy season is almost done Hard-packed roads will turn to mush and the springtime will have won Baby cows with big brown eyes with more arriving every day Lie in wonderment in grassy fields with moms not far away Perhaps this once the spring will hold…perhaps this once the winds back down Perhaps this once it will unfold…that winter won’t come back around But…
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