Wherever has the snow flown off to today?
Away in the spring, stolen away.
Where are the ice patches throwing me every which way?
Away in the spring, stolen away.
Where is the sky so unkempt and grey?
Away in the spring, stolen away.
Where has my dear wife gone, you say?
Away in the casino, gambled away.
Submitted: April 28, 2016
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