The days are getting longer;
The
sun is slow to set.
Frustration’s
getting stronger
That
this isn’t over yet.
The
optimists are quoting
Outlooks
for a better spring
But
the pessimists are noting
That
we don’t know anything.
The
winter’s far from over;
There’ll
be frigid days ahead.
Before
we’re all in clover
There’ll
be slippery paths to tread.
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