Frozen bones, chilled blood
Why, winter is already well settled
Raspy coughs, runny noses
How dull not to be able to inhale the fragrance of roses
Forgotten shall be the summer dresses, the sexy shorts
Revived shall now the pants, the pullovers, the jackets
Winter does be rough and tough
Winter does cause us all to want to remain all aloof
Sheltered and feeling the warmth and the comfort of our homes
Sheltered and feeling, 'Home Sweet Home, No place indeed like Home'
How nice does be a cup of hot coffee
How tasty does be a serving of hot spaghetti
Shivering I am, yet, still am I with a pen in hand
Surely, my pages do not look good when on their lines nothing does be written
Cold breezes, splashing rain
Here we go, back down memory lane
Time flies, so many memories of things lived
So many events, so many stories to be told
Crude may be the winter time
Yet, perfect it is to work out a rhyme
A rhyme on life and its whims
A rhyme on all of my secret dreams
A rhyme on ambiguous love, another on life itself
A rhyme on the Heavens, another on this world's greatest bluff
A rhyme on the importance of being grateful
A rhyme on the importance of seeing life as being so beautiful
Why, winter can also be sweet
Winter, of itself, can be a good treat!
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