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Only The Shadow Knows...
It’s up to Puxatawny Phil; it really isn’t fair To expect that sleepy old groundhog to promise us SPRING AIR! Just what does that small brown guy know about his shadow, dark— But seeing his own shadow there means winter’s left its mark! Only the shadow knows for sure what weather’s in our fate— We just know that his seeing it means our spring will be LATE! 6 lines
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