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Winter season is here Winters are amazing and cold My mother knits my sweaters We put on heaters Heater is burning hot So we turn it off When we feel cold again
I DONT TRUST THE SPRING CANT DECIDE IF ITS HOT OR ICE COLD SUCH LIFE, SUCH FLOWERS. RED EYES WIERD DREAMS NEW BEGININGS UNTOUCHED VALLEYS OF DARKNESS HOLDING ON TO THE DECAY
Dear Dad, This is just to say Last January, I was walking through sleet Which seeped through the holes in my boots. My feet had been numb for two miles. Then, I thought about how much you loved me.