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This one's for Phil.
"Groundhog Day"
When forty Winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy hairy snout,
Then will you feel the sorrow that you sow:
Six more weeks of winter (or thereabout).
Why do you taunt me, Punxsutawney Phil?
Do I go to your hole and pour down gas?
My toes go numb — antic’patory chill—
While you dig deep and warm your furry ass.
But, oh! you’re just a prop, a garden gnome;
No sun nor shadow bends at your command;
We both are victims, trapped in our own homes:
Me of Old Man Winter, and you The Man.
So though your teeth are buck and your eyes beady,
Let’s run away together to Tahiti.
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