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The cold wind is riding in on the horses back and the air is slowly creeping up my new frock, I got it for a pre-Christmas gift and I have to  try it on to see if it fits, I like the button line in my chest and how it sits neatly on top of my breast, it awakes a certain passion that reveals the designers  thoughts in daylight action. 

 The side lines are amusing too, it accentuates a feature about me and you, I will wear to the New year's Eve ball with a scarf to match and warm air running up my back, and my legs standing in harmony with them. 

I love the thought of winter running around the town, wearing long dress and miniskirts and the market women in the town singing in the street have caught on to the cultural  beat.  

Big women with broad hips dance forcefully and pull in the crowds and they too start jumping around. They sold off everything in a jiffy just because of the rhythm in their behind, and the patterns they create with the rhythm in their feet. 

You can do business anywhere as long as you have something profound to share. Everyone starts doing rock and roll in the street and the market women start turning up the winter heat. 

I want your winter to melt into my sun so that you can take up the bible and run and when my shoes cannot fit on your feet, you can try the lace up one that runs up your legs and place the stocking next to them. We are going on a ride with the ninja motorbike we will have  fun on the high way and until the troubles fade away. 

Winter is blowing in my back, and mountain goats are shouting. It is snowing way up there and there is no way they are going to get out of there. 

When you are surrounded what can you do? but take a good look at the obstacle and find a way to break through. When the lions and the tiger are grinding their teeth and their paws are resting on the platter telling you that it is time for supper. You have got to find a way to break through the lion and the tiger’s leg. 

Winter is sitting on the mountain and passion is rising in the skies.
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