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In careful suits, with shinyholiday ties,
they point to maps and frown,
deeply serious as they
caution us to stock up
on candles and flashlight batteries
and avoid unnecessary travel.
But it’s no use. The disguise always slips.
Beneath forecasts full of warnings
they can’t hide
their excited voices, the eager faces
of nine-year-old boys
primed for a snow day,
ready to be amazed by weather.

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