Winter was often time
when she went dancing in her mind.
She hid there to be free,
but what she couldn't see
was that she trapped herself inside
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The Inner Workings of a Happy Girl
PoetryJust some poetry, I suppose. By me...a happy girl.
Winter Mind
Winter was often time
when she went dancing in her mind.
She hid there to be free,
but what she couldn't see
was that she trapped herself inside