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During the winter of 2007 Alaskans were blessed with snow from heaven It fell in drifts with the chilly breeze Covering yards, roofs and trees It often causes an extra chore As the snow approaches the top of the door The roof must be swept of the fluffy stuff For the rafters have had quit enough It's one such story these words will tell Of a friend who fought this frozen hell The top of his home piled high with snow Though a winter wind had failed to blow Why, he asked would the level be deep On one side of a roof equally steep Though snow had fallen the same all around On one side it reached from the peak to the ground With shovel in hand he took on the chore Wearing boots a hat gloves and more He set out to level nature's gift With ladder in tow to give him a lift He scaled his castle, and began the task Then scratched his head, and had to ask What was that laying upon his spade Mixed in the snow nature had made? Was it a cone from a tree of spruce? Then his shovel found more and knocked them loose Dark was the color, some long, some short Brown little nuggets of every sort What had fallen from up in the sky Mixed with this snow abnormally high? Scattered about a landscape of white Somehow it just didn't seem right. About this time his neighbors hound Left a gift upon the ground And though his gift was somewhat lower, His neighbor owned a new snow blower.