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
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