{S} now is back, once again,
{N} o, it won't leave, it's such a pain.
{O} nly North would be like this,
{W} inter loves its ice-cold kiss.
{A} gain it's here and it is thick,
{G} o to work, the road's too slick.
{A} rms all flailing, limbs criss-cross,
{I} 'm not happy for summer's loss.
{N} ow I'm sulking, go away!
And don't come back another day!
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So the sky is gray again. I want to see the sun but I don't know when. It's July so the sun should be there. It's like this in November as well and that's not fair.
The winters here. The cold will bight. The worst of it. Comes late at night. For those of us. Who lie alone. On cold lonely beds. We rest our bones. The worst part is. The memories. Of warmer nights.
Snow from a dark sky fell, on a pillow feather day, breathing change in white silence, tempting melancholy away.
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