Halfway through winter and it’s 60 degrees, no snow in the fields and no ice in the trees Streets filled with mud from the runaway melt…for a February this is the warmest I’ve felt On a typical year I’d hole up in my house, avoid gale force winds with my beloved spouse Stare out the window at the cars stuck on main, like clockwork they get re-stuck again and again A last-minute trip to the bar or…
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