The amount of dew that we use to see,
before now a days where warmth isn't free.
Yes! a little slippery with flat shoes,
now come the days with loud skidoos,
winter coats, togue's, and gloves,
winter strolls with those we love.
Past the days before the freeze,
past the rains and gentle breeze.
The thoughts I have as I zip my coat,
for her to the store I'm going out.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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