No one saw it coming, not even Phys. Plant, who failed to put ice melt in front of the student apartments. Perhaps the snow mocks us for putting hope in an early spring, even as it turns to slush upon touching the too-warm walkway. goose a honk and eyes implore the clouds for a rambling V but settle on a lone goose and chin drops towards earth where boots slosh through slush of snow fallen on too-warm ground and puddles form
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