Winter Blues
Winter Blues
Oh, not again!
I trudge indoors
and rake the icicles
off my nose!
The car wouldn’t start
and I’m late,
That’s always the
way it goes.
Back for another attempt,
but to my dismay,
This white freeze
is in my way.
Oh, not again!
I trudge indoors
and rake the icicles
off my nose!
The car wouldn’t start
and I’m late,
That’s always the
way it goes.
Back for another attempt,
but to my dismay,
This white freeze
is in my way.
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