I can tell it snowed again
Because the plow is there outside
And I have to wonder when
It will go, and let me bide
In quiet and in peace alone
Without it beeping every night;
By then I fear I may have grown
Too used to it, so that I might
Not sleep because it is not there
As now because it is I do.
That would feel very much unfair
And that is why I think it's true.
But for the moment, it will beep
And I will never get to sleep.
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