My snowless winterA Poem by FarrsightToo warm to be snowy,
Too cold to be fun, That was my winter After Autumn was done. The clouds are all gathered, The wind makes some sound, The sun tries to warm us, but it can't get around. We open the curtains, We turn up the heat, We grab us some blankets, And our hearts speed their beat. By the time it is Christmas, The first snow has come. But now we are freezing, And our hands are all numb! © 2013 FarrsightAuthor's Note
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