Winters coming, with cold and snow;
Oh joy, oh boy; let the old man blow.
Snow angels, snow men, snow balls;
flues, colds, and bone breaking falls.
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Gray skies, snow plows, short days,
Oh joy, oh boy, winter’s snowy haze.
Wet boots, sloppy floors never ending
bundling up, against cold defending.
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What fun, what utter shear perfection;
due to the season's white confection.
I can’t convince myself completely,
That winter fairies dance discretely;
in fields beneath the frozen snow.
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If they do I beg them, pack up and go
to warmer climate to dance and sing
would fly much lighter in the Spring.
I have to say; I do so hate the cold.
Sarcasm aside truth must be told,
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if I could pick my favorite season;
the other three ; with good reason.
They’re not frozen colorless white,
offering much more to eyes delight.
Old man winter come with ice cold breath
Indoors I’ll stay by hearth; till you have left!
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