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I’m sick of fancy poems,
Full of dumb clichés,
All about winter,
And short, dark days.
Well what’s so great about winter?
And freezing strait to the bone?
Maybe it’s the novelty
Of warming up at home.
Or maybe it’s the feelings
Of love that it provokes,
When you’re snowed in
You learn what you value most.
I still don’t get the point
Of writing all these poems,
As if to anoint
This miserable time as King.
But there is one point
One little thing,
That I do love about the season,
And that little thing,
Is SNOW!
- by Mecha-Squirly |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/21/2008 |
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- Title: Winter
- Artist: Mecha-Squirly
- Description: A different kind of winter poem.
- Date: 12/21/2008
- Tags: winter different
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