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| Wonderland |
| When I looked outside, What did I behold? It's a "wonderland", So I've been told. But I don't like this snow, Up past my knee, It will still freeze, Other parts of me. I checked the radar, Guess what I see, It's snowing hard, Way west of me. They say light snow, Will not appear, I think they should, Be standing here! It's wet and heavy, And hard to lift, I don't appreciate, This pure white gift. I remember when, My Mother would go, Way down south, To avoid the snow. She said, "Snow hurts, If I stay here", I smiled and thought, That poor old dear. Now I start to ache, When snow I walk through, And it's heavy now, On my shovel too. I close my eyes, And see sun and sand, If I was there, Wouldn't it be grand. Then I hear a voice, So loud and bold, "Do you think YOU, Are getting OLD?" I shake my head no, Then shovel more, Of this "wonderland", Just outside my door. |
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| music: Winter Wonderland |
