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[[crossed-out]] One day, twas snowing hard outside; And I with book was seated, Upon the coach [[/crossed-out]] 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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