Lo, the sweet home lights are burning
They are burning clear and bright,
They twinkle and they beckon:
“Come home this cold, dark night!”
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I see their beams not far away
Across the snowy sea
But alas, my car is anchored here
At driveway’s end, unfree —
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The shovel, it doth twist and scrape
At waves of ice and snow
How long the van will sit here
I confess, I do not know.
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The month of February 2019 has gifted Minnesotans with 31.5 inches of snow!
(So far)
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I sat in a heated car, thinking up this poem, while my dear son shoveled us out.
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(There was only one shovel.)
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