At a Stop Go sign in my town,
I chance to glide my window down
And hear the kawing of the crows
Above and about the trees
Saying goodbye to the vanishing Sun
What little Sun rays we have these days
In the depth of Winter's blue
When Crows are the skyes only friend
Bar the geese whos compass have lost their way
And seem to fly Northward o'er my window
To disguise that Winter is now to stay
And Summer will no more us see
Until the end of May
When Sunshine will flow again
And warm our houses free
That we may put on the cooler
So that we may feel like Winter
In the height of Summer.
Mise le Meas Jan 15th (composed in the car as I drove home, spoke it into dicta-phone)
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