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OLD MAN WINTER
written by tyosdream11:16 AM 2/13/05Colored leaves are piled upon the ground,
The air gets colder every day,
All of the birds are heading south;
Old Man Winter's on his way.
The wind turns sharp and colder still
As snowflakes fall to the ground,
All the land turns virgin white
When Old Man Winter is around.
Snowmen created by children
Stand watching all day long,
But when no one looks, they love to dance
To Old Man Winter's song.
But then there comes a warmer day,
Icicles start to weep,
For when the spring wakes up to play
Old Man Winter goes to sleep. |
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