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February (A poem)

I hate February
February represents the long stretch
That patch of winter that will never end
There is no light or joy
Only cold
Old snow
And slick ice
There is no punch line to this poem
This isn’t one of the funny ones
This is one of the depressing poems
But it is still a crap poem
I’ve got consistency on my side
So that’s nice

February 4, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | | Leave a comment