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One day, twas snowing hard outside;
And I with book was seated,
Upon the coach
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Oh how I wish that spring would come,
For I have corn grains here;
And boxes stuffed with fat brown seeds
And bean pods, brown and sere*.

And crocus bulbs with short green shoots,
Just aching for the soil;
They want to grow and bloom for me
While with the weeds [[crossed-out]] I [[?]] [[/crossed-out]] I toil.

And also there's a little squash,
Just loaded full of seeds;
[[crossed-out]] *[[?]] [[/crossed-out]] It's like a little wooden bowl,
Full of flat white beads.

But in my garden patch I see,
A shapeless mass of snow;
No seed that ever saw that place
Would ever want to grow.

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