...that it lasted into March.
Grey, grey, grey, cold, cold, cold.
This is the time of year when I find myself listening to Dar:
And then the snow,
And then the snow came, we were always out shoveling,
And we'd drop to sleep exhausted,
Then we'd wake up, and its snowing...Except that I haven't bothered to shovel the driveway, and it's covered
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