The horrible cold
The short days
The bright red cheeks and noses
The white blank snow
The power going out constantly
The biggest jackets you’ve ever seen in your life
The heater always on
The trees as frozen as a ice cube
The colds I always get that make me cough
The icy and dangerous roads
Why not sandy beaches?
Why not the bright blue waves,
Saving me from the sun?
Why not Ice Cream every day?
Why not the pink lemonade,
Fresh as the ice cold pool on a sunny day?
Why not playing with friends in the green grass?
The horrible cold
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