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Minnesota Spring

It’s a hundred and two as I sit in the shade,
Out with my dog, sipping lemonade.
A month ago, I was out shoveling snow
And waiting for spring and the cold to go!

I say, “It’s out of the freezer, and into the pan,
From freezing my fingers to a nice suntan.”
Yeah, the heat is much better, it seems to me,
But my poor Husky wants in, by the cool A/C!

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