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I rage at Winter
It’s like a boa constrictor
Crushing, freezing, demoralizing
I rage at Winter’s deceiving snow
Suffocating.
So fight on to Spring and
Its buds of hope
Lifting, Joying, re-moralizing
Easter singing, ringing bells,
Re-creating.
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
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