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I knew I was alone when my friends had fled.
I had a lot to do and it was hard.
My, how I wish I was sleep in bed,
or even playing in the backyard.
But instead I got stuck with shoveling snow.

How come the level of the snow wasn't lower?
At this level, I would be all day.
I could go for a big snow blower,
and the worst part is I get no pay.
But I guess that's o.k.- doin' it for family.

And I had so much fun the night before
on the same snow I shovel now.
But as much as I shoveled, it just snowed more.
Forget the snow blower, I need a plow.
Because these old shovels just don't cut it!

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