11.02.10

I enjoy the beauty of the bare trees,

Amongst the frigid morning breeze.

They all stand so straight and stiff,

As if to say “We’re hating this,”

Before my eyes, I see my breath freeze

And I think to myself, “I strongly agree,”

The grey hue of the winter air,

I never could stand to bare.

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