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Dec 2016
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.
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