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All is well on the Lake called Michigan ,
the jelloed waves
creak and crack
easing winter's grip
The water deep walks
await the drains
whose shaded slumbers
have suppressed the dawn.
The muddied gutters
and salt stained streets
stretch forth beneath
the welcome rays
They shed their tattered holiday coats
To reveal forgotten chores
and whisk away an hour's sleep
as the sun Springs forth once more.
All is well on the Lake called Michigan
By. Mike Ceccarelli
the jelloed waves
creak and crack
easing winter's grip
The water deep walks
await the drains
whose shaded slumbers
have suppressed the dawn.
The muddied gutters
and salt stained streets
stretch forth beneath
the welcome rays
They shed their tattered holiday coats
To reveal forgotten chores
and whisk away an hour's sleep
as the sun Springs forth once more.
All is well on the Lake called Michigan
By. Mike Ceccarelli
