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Isn’t It Romantic
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Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.
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Isn’t it romantic
All the snow
Pristine on tops of cars
That shouldn’t have to
Move just yet
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Sidewalks
Half undone
While scraping shovels
Focused machines
Work on the rest
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And isn’t it delightful
A snow day
Begging us to stop
Like toys
Wind up to unwind
For an hour
Of contemplation
Reading something new
Or press
Against a favorite
Page or person
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There are those
Addressing danger
They are blessed
And we should help them
After
The stolen hour is done
When we return
To epiphany
Of ordinary time
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C L Couch
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“Isn’t It Romantic”
Richard Rogers, Lorenz Hart
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Photo by Maddy Baker on Unsplash
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