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Winter is here, the mornings are cold When at school, I do as I’m told, Winter is here, with dew on the grass, When I’m on holidays, they can kiss my ***! Winter is here, nights come with a chill, To get out of bed, takes all of my will, I can’t see this bird, but hates it’s trill. To think, what does the day bring, gives me a thrill Summer will come, soon, I pray With things to warm up along the way, I hear the birds sing, I see them play, It’s a gift, to life and love each day! - Darrin
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
Winter tributary
Winter is here, the mornings are cold When at school, I do as I’m told, Winter is here, with dew on the grass, When I’m on holidays, they can kiss my ***! Winter is here, nights come with a chill, To get out of bed, takes all of my will, I can’t see this bird, but hates it’s trill. To think, what does the day bring, gives me a thrill Summer will come, soon, I pray With things to warm up along the way, I hear the birds sing, I see them play, It’s a gift, to life and love each day! - Darrin
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
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