Winter,
winter, winter,
Winter all eround;
Winter
in the heavens,
Winter on the ground.
Strikes
us on the bunions,
Strikes us on the head;
But
he strikes us mostly,
Crawlin’ out uv bed.
Oc.t
21, ‘95
Pub.
Boston Courier,
Dec.
15, 1895
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