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Mar 2014
There's nothing, nothing left to say or do
You look through a window to the world outside
and watch another twelve inches of snow fall to the ground
Cursing Mother Nature or turning this into a blessing

Here I am waiting to see my tulips sprout
Instead, they are being blanketed with snow
There's nothing else left for me to do but to go inside
log on and read other people's thoughts :
so sad their mental state
so sad.
Dark n Beautiful
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Dark n Beautiful  New York
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