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Why the frost on this here window,
looks like the ghost of last year's lawn!
There, some goosegrass, this, some plantain
and that blossom there is a prediction
of what Muriel will plant next year. Why, her lawn
all ruffled with fancy flowers makes my yard
look plain as a skirt with no pleats.
Bobby, hand me that scraper. Can't see the snow
evening out the neighborhood. Look how bad
the paint on Muriel's old house looks.
Everyone's always complainin' bout winter
but I say it's not too bad. It sets things right
in a quiet way.
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