Another snowy day,
And the weather person says,
Says there is more on the way.
The old snow thrower,
Growls no more, no more,
My chute is frozen,
My augers are sore.
My eyes want to see green,
My ears want to hear,
Hear the robin's song,
But still the weather person says,
It's just a dream for now,
More snow on the way,
And all I can say is wow!
--- Winston Staples ---
Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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