’twas the week after Christmas and all through the house, not a critter was erging, not even a mouse. The oars had been set by the skimboard with care, in hopes that regatta day soon would be there. The rowers were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of gummy bears danced in their heads. Coxswains and crews, all in snuggly warm caps, had just settled down for their wintery naps..
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