Programmed In Pennsylvania

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The groundhog Punxsutawney Phil
This morning wakened from his rest.
He rubbed his eyes and scratched his chest
And saw his shadow in the chill.

For six more weeks the winter will,
Through north and south and east and west,
Beleaguer us. Who could have guessed?
A rodent with prophetic skill.

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