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Nov 2011
You can keep your white-tipped wood
              if I can keep my springy stride
     You can keep your saccharine goods
                   if I can keep my aestival pride


You can keep your warm fireside
              if I can keep my smile
     You can keep your placid sleigh rides
                   if I can stay happy for a while
Winter is not the best season for me.
Becca Grace
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Becca Grace
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