On April 26th,
You would expect to see,
Flowers blooming,
Pinks, reds, yellows,
The chartreuse green
Of new growth
Smattering the trees and bushes
With victory and life
In February,
You might rejoice
At three days
Of 40 degree
Weather in a row
With light snows
But not on April 26th.
On April 26th,
If it's under 50,
You want to cry,
If it dares snow,
You think you might die,
You wonder why you've never moved
Why you still love your home
There's no place like it
This is
MINNESOTA
And
This
Is HOW WE ROLL
4.29.2008
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