Every day that passes spring should be in the air,
Where is it you ask, this really isn’t fair.
The air is still frigid with snow in the sky,
It will be here shortly you say with a sigh.
Yet another day slips past and you still hope it comes soon,
But by the way that it looks it won’t be until June!
Sums exactly how I am feeling about Toronto these days.
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