winter

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"Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius."


Some say that winter is a time of sadness

The trees are dead and the sun has lost

Her battle against the grey clouds

They hate the rain and the frost


But to me winter is a joyous time

Music flows through each apartment door

Laughing voices echo through the halls

Muddy footprints on the floor


The Christmas carols that our choir would sing

The candles that we would blow out

And all the candy canes we took from the tree

Before the conductor yelled "Time out!"


Hot chocolate in styrofoam cups

The paper snowflakes that we would create

Cold lasagna and pizza pockets

Those sugar cookies that we all ate


Of all the seasons of the year

Winter holds the best memories

The sounds of laughter filled the air

And life was free of miseries

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