i think you ought to know
about my first memories in the snow
the cold icicles were held by a tree
while inside grandma was brewing a kettle of tea
because outside the frost was out to bite
the powder-covered trees were a sight
mr. snowman was built
while my young knees were on the ground, knelt
something about that snow
it is an ode to a time that was far from so-so
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
i think you ought to know
about my first memories in the snow
the cold icicles were held by a tree
while inside grandma was brewing a kettle of tea
because outside the frost was out to bite
the powder-covered trees were a sight
mr. snowman was built
while my young knees were on the ground, knelt
something about that snow
it is an ode to a time that was far from so-so
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