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Old Man Winter has treated me like a dog with a rope toy this year. He has drug me around the yard night and day; and won't relax his jaws so I can have a day of peace. Just when I think he is taking a nap--I try to crawl off only to feel his icy grip on my loins. My golf balls have languished waiting for a warm day to fly around with the freedom only a golf ball can feel. "Oh winter, let loose of me and put a spring in my step."

The texture for the sky was taken from this painting of Eugene's. (Nuke88) The moon flew in from Obsidian Dawn. I wish to thank them both.