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Unthawed
Grass crunches in the dark.
I feel it break beneath my feet.
Wind so chill it takes my breath,
Strikes my nose and lips and cheek.
My warm, soft bed behind, I go
To start and heat my modest car.
God! Please, Let Spring begin to swell
And thaw me like that distant star.
I promise I will twinkle then.
I'll smile again and breathe at length.
But all I do when I'm this cold,
Is pant and walk all stooped and bent.
I'm cold! And I've not EVER been
A one to whine about the temp.
But static electricity
Has left my hair on end, unkempt.
This is Dixie, for goodness sake!
I'm not accustomed to this freeze!
My well froze up again last night.
Without my coffee I cough and sneeze.
If I could get my hands around
That fool groundhog's stupid throat,
I'd make him pay for this last blow.
I'd squeeze until I made him choke.
So, I'm a baby about the cold,
So what? I'm sure that I have every right.
The only time when I am warm
Is under blankets in the night.
Never one to rush the seasons
Still I make this humble plea...
Lord, just once please hurry Spring.
I need it's sun to melt poor me.
