Again, Snow
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The dilettantish storm which started Maybe half an hour ago, of late, Exhibits greater fervor. Flakes which Floated, indecisive, downward, upward, Sideways, fall, and do so in much greater Numbers. I sigh. Once more, I will Shovel, somehow sweating as I freeze, And I will beg to trade this zealot For the dilettante. © Lawrence Beck 2023
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