More Snow to Blow
Less Time for Old Mo-ses ...
Today
Need to return but, for now, extra time
goes back to the interferences laid down
on my visitors' path by Old Man Winter.
This, too, shall pass.
"Shovel, shovel, shovel thine walk
With Equanimity ...
Never get Sour, or Dour or Glower
At what Life has Given Thee"
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