Reapers of rite, sowers of spring

[sovay]

Happy solstice, all. It's snowing.

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[yhlee]

There once was a land without snow
where crawfish and gators both grow.
The crawfish grew massive,
the gators went passive,
and this limerick has nowhere to go.

*runs*

[sovay]

*runs*

EXIT, PURSUED BY A GATOR.