IT'S DARK IN HERE

It's dark in here inside my head,

Without the sun, I'm filled with dread.

When February comes to call,

It seems the darkest time of all.

"Six more weeks", the groundhog said.

Then turned 'round; went back to bed

To dream of better days and times,

Of sunny skies and warmer climes.

I wish I could just hibernate

And let this harsh winter abate.

Wake to greener grasses when

Flowers bloom from showers then.

Till spring comes with skies of blue,

I don't know how I'll muddle through.

Each and every day's a test

Till summer time when I feel best.

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