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I wish the world could take a snow-day
Hang a shingle on its door
Saying, ‘closed for
business; sorry’
Let rapscallion mistrals roar
We would pour our second-coffees
Until sunset; each highway
Like a ghost town on the prairie
Because it’s a world snow-day
Nobody would need a doctor
Nobody would go away
Twenty-four heaven-sweet hours
On this world-wide holiday
Maybe then we would remember
What too often we forget
As we hasten through another
Year; work-worry-want roulette
There would be no hurry-scurry
No one would be running late
No horn-honking freeway flurry
Only love’s slow-laughing gait
…and the sound of happy silence
Spilling soft like summer rain
If the whole world wore a shingle,
‘Closed for business, try again’
© Janet Martin
...on the up-side, Wiarton Willie did NOT see his shadow, forecasting an early spring;-)
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