Snowpocolypse is among us.
BUT, Phil the Groundhog has no shadow, and thus, spring is on its way!
(Phil is totes in the wolfpack.)
So I think its time for us have a toast.
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I wrote you this little song. It's to the tune of "Runaway" by Kanye.
Let's have a toast for the Groundhog,
Let's have a toast for the rock salt,
Let's have a toast for the snowplows,
Every one of them on the road.
Let's have a toast for weather guys
That'll talk of grey skies
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast and get tan.
Yep. I'm punchy.
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