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Beneath the snowy mantle brave and clean. The unborn grass lies waiting for his coat to turn green.
The snowbird sings the song he always sings and speaks to me, flowers that will bloom again in Spring.
Little snowbird, song bird sings. Spread your tiny wings and fly away. Little snowbird take me with you when you go to the land of gentle breeze where peaceful waters flow.
Marty, we miss you & we love you. Jane, Don, Crystal, Phil, Lynn, Jacob, Gianna, Gino, Dominic
Published in Rochester Democrat And Chronicle on Nov. 10, 2013