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These winter days are passing fair	A
As if a breath of spring	B
Had permeated all the air	A
And touched each living thing	B
With thankfulness for such a boon	C
Discounting with a scoff	D
The almanac's report that June	C
Is yet a long way off	D
	-
We quarrel with the calendar	E
For May has been misplaced	F
And doubt the tale oracular	E
Of Janus double faced	F
For this ethereal mildness looks	G
Toward shadowy delights	H
Of roseate bowers of cosy nooks	G
Of coming thermal nights	H
	-
Let robes diaphanous succeed	I
Dense garments made of fur	E
And overcoats maintain the lead	J
Among the things that were	E
The wisely rented sealskin sacque	B
By many a dame possessed	K
Be quickly relegated back	B
To its moth haunted chest	K
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While every portly alderman	L
In linen suit arrayed	M
Manipulates the palm leaf fan	N
And seeks the cooling shade	M
And he perspires who not in vain	O
Suggests his funny squibs	H
By poking his unwelcome cane	O
In other people's ribs	H
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Who dares to fling opprobrium	P
On January now	Q
As to a potentate we come	P
With reverential bow	Q
Because it doth not yet appear	E
That Time hath ever seen	R
The ruler of th' inverted year	E
In more benignant mien	R
	-
O Boreas do not lie low	S
That is if lie thou must	T
Upon our planet do not blow	S
With fierce and sudden gust	T
But come so gently tenderly	U
As come thou surely wilt	V
That we may have sweet dreams of thee	U
Beneath our crazy quilt	V

Hattie Howard

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