My back is starting to seize up from the shovelling to which HE refers.
Life is too short.
Why does Winter have to be so long?
And why does snow, like most of the people I know, get heavier with age?
It wasn't as hard to fling last week.
Ah, the deep mysteries of life.
Ah, the deep drifts in my front yard.
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