How you tease us so
Will there be snow?
Rain?
One thing is certain there will be sun
We may still freeze our asses off
But at least the promise of summer lingers
I know that your warmth is near
Pulling out of the parking garage at five
Blinded by the Sun
That sits inconveniently below my visor
I’ll sacrifice my vision for warmer days
If you take away this dreadful snow
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