Dear Weather Goddess

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Oh NO NO

It's way too much snow

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I want it to go
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come on, you must know
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it's about time to show

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little flowers that grow.

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After all I've been patient
..
All this ice is now ancient!
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Yes I'm complaining;

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My whine is refraining

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I want brown and green

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No more snow on this scene.

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What will it take

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for a weather remake?

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I deserve a warm break

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Sanity's at stake!

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I'm down on my knees

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shouting please dammit please!

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Start with the sun

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and when that's done

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melt all that snow:

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yeah, where will it go?

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I know I should care

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but to be perfectly fair

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I'm worse for the wear

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I just want hot air!!!

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Call it magical thinking

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I seem to be winking

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toward anything sinking

this miserable linking

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of snow with my mood.

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Really, I don't like to brood

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But I'd whine if I felt

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the snow would just melt.

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One little bud

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is too much to desire?

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Blow in with a thud

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Your ecclesiastical attire!

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Postscript: anytime in February is too early for this poem or lament.

However, at this point I don't give a sweet damn. :^)