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Winter Prayer

It's three degrees
Too warm to freeze
My boys are begging
On their knees
That it will snow
And cold wind blow
And school let out
As white piles grow.

But all this rain!
It's such a pain
It will not snow
That much is plain.
So off to school
'Cause it's the rule
And Mother Nature
Has been cruel.

Robert G. Brown 2009-03-15