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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Winter

Trees are bare, leaves are gone
I can’t believe the layers I have on
The wind is fierce and bitter in my face
I can’t wait to get back to your place
To a place that’s safe and warm
Where I can hold you in my arms
The snow is beautiful yes indeed
Although yellow where the dogs have peed
My feet shuffle through the snow
The air is cold, I feel its blow
I finally make it to the door
The snow making puddles on the floor
The winter is mean, the plants stripped of their green
But you my love, you keep me safe
I can always just drive to your place!

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