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Winter
I must face the dark Winter days ahead
I will try not to view them with dread
I wonder how many tears will be shed
how many ugly words must be said
I dig deep within for my soul to be fed
My spirit thrives and will never be dead
My mind is my own and I'll not be led
simply by what verbiage is said or read
My goal is to move forward without shaking my head
and to rest comfortably in slumber upon my bed
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