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Is it ironic that I returned Mr Frost only when the snow first began to fall?
Yes I would say, that's hilarious. And an obvious irony she would call.
Like a sunset fading in the west, much like her favorite day of all.
It appears to me on such a day. What a beautiful irony for all.
How humerous is it that she loves Frost, even though it must destroy the Fall.
As a pedestrian I walk towards winter, across the bricks which they call mall.
With a chuckle and a quiet tone, my words pretend to be appalled.
And all I can do is shake my head, at this beautiful irony for all.
Alyssa De Marzo
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