The Winter Storm
Pelting glass, coming down;
how it thickens, on the ground.
On the window pane; tap…tap;
larger ice, now, it will rap.
The misery of a sleeting storm;
brings misery and forlorn.
Two inches of ice, is not so nice;
I dread what we will get tonight.
On top of that, there’ll be more snow,
I dread to go out there and blow.
The snow piles high, upon the ice;
one snow blower will not suffice.
But, I’ll make do; with one machine;
Still, there’ll be that icy sheen!
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