Mud took hold of my white soled trainers,
Be aware of those misguided strangers,
Iced over pavements can be dangerous.
Winter is miserable and I'm sure that many agree,
Trampling on leaves that are brown and soggy,
Life has no type of return warranty,
Eyes wide open but who can actually see?
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Yes, we have a park which is a former landfill site. Horrid when it rains - great puddles and bogs. Really need welly boots then.
Oh dear, need some of them myself.
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