At 5:58 is supposedly happens,
Daytime and nighttime are equal.
There are hopes and dreams,
No promises, of warm weather.
Yet, the
Sun is already little stronger,
Snow is almost gone,
Playgrounds have come alive,
Geese have come back,
Colors pops are in stores.
The hopes and dreams are tangible.
Although we all know
That a front could blow in a
Reminder that winter
Is stronger than an equinox,
Is not impressed with daylight,
Wants another chance to
Mess up driveways, commutes,
Spring training.
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