Saturday, February 27, 2010


When Fio did her early morning weather observation by stepping outside to get the paper, she noticed there were still several coin-sized spots of snow left in front of the porch. The largest was the size of a silver dollar.

Fio is rich indeed.

What happed to the snows of yesterday?
Sunk underground, the poets say,
To nurture the darling buds of May.

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