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I Thought It Was Spring

Snowed in the night,
Temperature dropped,
One week into May
The chill hadn’t stopped.
                            The Orioles and Finches 
Looked so confused,
With snow flakes falling,                                              
They were not amused.
Our chipmunks and squirrels
Have all run Amok 
They are waiting for warmth,
With no further luck.
                                     Started seeds
With tomatoes in mind,
To put in the garden,
With veggies, of all kinds.
Waited for weeks,
 They were ready to go,
Finally able to plant,
They forecasted snow.

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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