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On the coldest day We'll try ice-fishing, In warm huts Without winter's sting. On the snowiest day We'll try ski-doing Through bare woods Leaf-thick in spring. On clear winter days Try ice-parachuting, Skate on ponds, Wiggle like angels On our lawns. Don't sit inside And fret and mope, Grab a sled, Hit the slopes. Winter activities Help us cope Til we break Winter's back. Yes, Til we hear The final crack.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Til We Hear the Final Crack
On the coldest day We'll try ice-fishing, In warm huts Without winter's sting. On the snowiest day We'll try ski-doing Through bare woods Leaf-thick in spring. On clear winter days Try ice-parachuting, Skate on ponds, Wiggle like angels On our lawns. Don't sit inside And fret and mope, Grab a sled, Hit the slopes. Winter activities Help us cope Til we break Winter's back. Yes, Til we hear The final crack.
Don't slip, the ice is frozen.
francie-lynch
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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