No Snow Haiku
Cold mud underfoot,
hardening on my boot's sole.
The air smells too damp.
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I want snow. I love snow; I think it's pretty, and I don't even mind driving in it. I don't understand why it is 54 degrees in December - it is an outrage! We had a little snow. It soon became ugly and gray, then melted into mud. Gosh darn it, this is suppose to be Winter! C'mon, snow! Let's blanket the world, already!
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