O dear February every
year we aim to row
your bracing waters
bank to bank
the roiling river flows
Chilling wet
but still inviting
should we take the dare
brave the coldest crossing
having paid the winters fare
Winded limbs exhausted
as we gain the farther shore
Winter fades in memory
the seasons turn once more ~
Lions Mane 
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