Wrapped with hats, mitts, scarves.
Stomping feet on Crunchy snow.
Cold breeze on my face.
Red cheeks; wat'ry eyes.
Strolling through the white flurry.
Frigid gusts twirling.
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a far away look crept into her eyes as she gazed up to the sky. wishing she could play amongst the stars; longing for their acceptance. lonesome lullabies of the heart. Glittering - shimmering overhead. Dance with me oh sweet fairies of the night!
My sombre shadows have crept from the wooden chest
hidden deep inside my soul
and I couldn't shut the lid quite quick enough.
I hope the world feels better tomorrow when we wake.
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Ugh, White Fury?! That made me shiver, and I'm practically in Africa! yarrrrrrrrrrr. Thanks BDog!
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