Morning after morning not one bird sings
The frozen winter yet creeps above, and
below ground covered over with snow.
Trees standing lonely and limbs and forest bare
Flowers not open yet for springtime shows
Silence above, other than "trumpet sounds" -some says.
Have endlessly fun singing "Tweedledee and Tweedledum"
March 7,2018s
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