Sugar
Snow
Showers
Fell
In
The
Wee
Hours
To
Ice
The
Tree
And
Grass
With
Scattered
Glass,
Coating
Our
Cars
In
Sparkling
Stars.
One
Brief
Minute
Of
Sun,
And
It
Is
All
Gone.
Powdered
Sugar Snow Showers Fell In The Wee Hours To Ice The Tree And Grass With Scattered Glass, Coating Our Cars In Sparkling Stars. One Brief Minute Of Sun, And It Is All Gone.
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Winter,
The North Wind Set To Blow In A Modicum Of Snow. Not Much, Just A Touch To Show The Season Has Long Weeks To Go. In Solitude, I will Sing, And Wait For Spring. Move
Too Slow, And Suffer A Blow? Got A Pain Once Again? Squeeze Below The Cap And Turn Until Your Fingers Burn. Error Happens But Whatever You Did, It’s Hard To Remove The Pasted On Lid, Not To Mention The Blasted Foil, Over Which One Must Toil. Medication Is A Drag, Just Wrap The Injury In A Rag And Swallow The Pill, To Keep Yourself From Becoming Ill. So
Long Ago, The Story Has Perhaps Grown Slow, But If We Reach Beyond The Code Of King James Ode, We Seek To Stand Upon An Ancient Nation’s Sand And Raise A Killing Hand. These People Trace Their Mystery Back Beyond Feeble History And It Is Wrong To Interfere, Our Purpose Murderous And Unclear, To Strike A Population With Deadly Fear. I’m
Not A Gloomy Person. What Could Be Worse Than Painting Every Day In Tones Of Grey? And Yet, The Future Looms In A Series Of Impending Dooms. Catastrophe On Every Hand Damages The Land And It’s Impossible To Say If We Will Burn Up Or Be Washed Away In The Ever Rising Sea. No One Really Has A Clue As To What To Do, Least Of All Me, As Any Fellow Fool Can See. It
Doesn’t Make Me Any Humbler, Knowing The Devil Has My Number. I block His Path With Every Laugh, And Thwart His Way With All I do And Say. Okay, I have A Temper, Better That Than Meekly Whimper. Here I go, New Year, No Matter What, I’ll Still Be Here. It
Doesn’t Make Me Any Humbler, Knowing The Devil Has My Number. I block His Path With Every Laugh, And Thwart His Way With All I do And Say. Okay, I have A Temper, Better That Than Meekly Whimper. Here I go, New Year, No Matter What, I’ll Still Be Here. |
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