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Ravens in winter

Winter's here and we all say

hate to see summer pass away.

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Robins all have taken wing

and mockingbirds no longer sing.

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The little wren has left her nest

and flown south to take a rest.

All we have are days of gray

that seem to go on day-by-day.

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But wait, the Ravens still are here

listen up and have no fear.

Together they will make a team

the likes of which you've rarely seen.

So every cold and dreary Sunday

it will be a glorious fun-day.

Wave the purple, all is fine.

In Baltimore, the sun will shine.

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Elizabeth Asner, Columbia

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