Frost on the ground
Always brings me down
Why is that I wonder
Maybe it's like thunder
And I know what's next
To be covered in white
All day and nite
For the next 60 days
It's just such a mess
And the older I get
The more I like it less
Only thing to do
For a gardener like me
Is to throw seeds in a bottle
and just let them be
And wait for Spring
As surely as I know
That this little seed will grow
Is as surely as I know
That the Spring winds will blow
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