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It other day

 it other day
 The snow does
 Not seen to
 Want to go away.
 Our flowers are trying
 To push through
 But the ground feels
 To cold who knew.
 Our dogwood trees 
 Are suppose
 To be blossoming 
 Pretty pick flowers.
 But first the need warmth
 From the sun.
 God in control
 He will turn snow into
 Rain that makes mud
 Sometimes it feels like
 This ohio weather driving
 Us insane.
 Fear not!
 It call life and with that
 Come change
 So injoy the outdoors
 You never know if this
 Day is your last.
 Remembering my mama
 From days gone passed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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