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Grass Was Showing Only Two Days Ago

People call it a winter wonderland I call it a lack of green Not that green's my favourite colour But it beats keeping driveways clean As soon as we think our shovelling is over Another storm hits with a blast The grass was showing only two days ago My hopes once more have been dashed Silly of me to wish for such kindness I live above the 49th parallel To entertain such wishful thinking is folly Keeps turning, this world carousel Realize the gods have their own agenda They decide on the weather we'll get Winter is punishment for all the damn wars Mother Nature doesn't forget Don't think this is how it's supposed to be It should all be sunshine and flowers We're being punished so let's smarten up Not worry bout who's got the power! © Jack Ellison 2015
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Breidenthal Avatar
February 1, 2015 at 8:30 PM
I can only imagine! Wow! Great one, many memorable lines in this one. "Realize the gods have their own agenda They decide on the weather we'll get Winter is punishment for all the damn wars Mother Nature doesn't forget" Love it! Very clever one. Stay warm! Sending you rays of sunshine. Always, Laura
Ellison Avatar
February 1, 2015 at 9:23 PM
Caught those rays of sunshine my dearest Laura! I cherish these moments of love you send me... you are a gem! As always, much love and tight squeezy hugs, Jack XOXOX
Smith Avatar
January 31, 2015 at 11:17 AM
I can see my grass right now too..but tonight we are expecting upwards of 10 inches of snow...
Ellison Avatar
January 31, 2015 at 7:01 PM
10 inches... HOLY CRAP! My sympathies Tim! Spring is just around the corner! If you squint your eyes, you can just see it!
Eastman Avatar
January 31, 2015 at 8:00 AM
Uh... Dragon wants to tell you, He's got the power, and great looks, too... next to you. He's off the 2nd breakfast, a favorite time for him. His power is in what he eats. It is true. His yummies include Wheaties 'the cereal of champions' and gets speed from cheetos I am told. He confused that with cheetahs. His spelling needs some work. He farts out dynamos, and high energy bursts. He has me read the package of every cereal around. He's fortified he tells me... to get those old bad guys around.
Ellison Avatar
January 31, 2015 at 8:04 AM
It's Post Shredded Wheat for me all the way! Talk about farts! Ooooeeee! xox
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