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April 11, 2014

“Snow is our friend,”
Davey stuttered and stammered.
Yet who could portend
down south Georgia got hammered?

Yet what better way
aye, to wax a bit droll
could fair Nature display
that WE have no control?

Man languishes, squirms
while she/he grovels and swivels;
teeming with germs
as she/he shovels and snivels.

She/he may even peck out
100-Words rhymes
whilst puckered in pout
in these trying times.

Eventually, we see this fraught nomenclature,
as she/he decries
those assaults wrought by Nature.

From hills or in dales
she/he wants to shout it,
regardless of wails
we can do nothin’ ‘bout it.