It snows while it’s raining,

then rains while it snows.

But this year only in spring

no winter,

though it hardly matters

when I’ve locked myself away.

I’ve sectioned and divided,

organized all that makes me,

And stack gently all the taped up boxes.

You never know, though, when I’ll

Surprise you.  I may just pop out,

all sparkling, shining, ready to go,

Like long, lost, friends

and you can have it all.

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