every Winter I must be creative somehow

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To my disappointment, snow began last night

icy wind froze my skin, blood, and bones

causing my frown, the forecast was proven right

Aye, the start of my sighs, groans, and moans

To my expectations, nothing is ever the same

as childhood is gone, so is the magic

My joyous spirit for birthday or holiday

has disappeared into something tragic

But it'll be okay in the end...snow always melts

and summer usually bares its ugly teeth

Scalding and reminding me of how upset I felt

the year prior during the same wave of heat.

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