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Finding it hard to see but hope this still keeps me in the game here.
Missing you all a lot.
A snow day comes.
Snowfall impedes mobility.
Now some venture out to test their ability.
Our streets and yards are pristine white.
We're trapped 'neath Winter's cold, grey light.
Don't venture out on a day like this.
As Old Man Winter shakes his fist.
You wait for the snow plow, this is no jest.
Come bake some cookies or play a board game.
Or shovel the walk way till you've got the blaines.
Most hunker down by the fire to stay warm.
Even rabbits stay in on this chilly morn.
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