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February. In the old days, snow so deep

   you sunk up to your knees, slipped and slid

      on the unshovelled walks.

February. In the new days, no snow,

   that counts anyway.

February. In the old days, cold so sharp

  you huddled in your fur coat, your wool coat,

    your scarf and toque and mitts.

February. In the new days, not cold,

  for a Canuck anyway.

February. In the old days, the short-long month

   between Christmas and Easter,

     an excuse to party.

February. In the new days, the month

   with Family Day.

February. The lost month

    that nobody wants and

     nobody celebrates.

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