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Show T Bewailing the backward spring and continued cold and stormy weather, the editor of the Honey Grove-Texas-Signal, stands upon his hind feet and thus bays at the moon: Backward, turn backward, 0 Time in thy flight: let me get warm again just for tonight, Summer, come back from thy far distant shore, take me to your arms again and warm me some more. I am so weary of blowing my nose, weary of holding hold-ing hot bricks to my toes, weary of facing the cold winds that beat, weary of freezing each night to the sheet weary of pleading with such tommyrot, 0, summer come back and let me get hot. |