Winter's Upside Down
By marebel
What do you make of it? Not a speck of snow to be seen It seems the very skies breasts have dried up and have no "milk " for us to receive... Dry, brown grass dead winter trees muddy puddles here and there Winter resorts have had to close up... Now some long for the fluffy white stuff they sing hurray it's time to play in the snow So hurry up and come on down we want to ski and ride in the snow... Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 06:48 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"What do you make of it?..."