O snow shovel!Dear snow shovel!
Have you felt neglected?
Has not your pumpkin-hued blade
shown its full potential?
By employing you to clear our deck
and the steps leading there to,
have you felt demeaned in a job
any simple broom would do?
O snow shovel!
Dear snow shovel!
Have you felt neglected?
At the far frontier of lake effect snow,
have I shamed you by your scant use?
Then I call you, nay, implore you
to gaze at the foreground tableau,
the driveway, tangerine friend, again is in need—
the skies still shed snow, the winds still blow!
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