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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Trapper's Lament.... Poem by Bryan

It happened before, it happened in the past,

You can darn well bet, it's going to last.
So get used to it, get used to it.

Gone are the greens, the yellows, and the reds,
So sweep off the porch, and drag out the sleds.
So get used to it, get used to it.

You got caught with your pants way down,
Instead of making trail - you were playing in town,
So get used to it, get used to it.

Get out the shovel and put away the hoe,
The whole darn land is covered in snow,
So get used to it, get used to it.  

Poem by Bryan last October, 2012.

Auto-biographical?   It's not that Witty,
                                     It's just a ditty.

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