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White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the south is the bird that no longer stays.
Everyone is aware of the time of the season.
Roosting is indoors, and the cold is the reason.

Winter is here, whether you like it or not.
On it being cold until March, bet everything you’ve got.
Not much going on outside until the warmth arrives.
Dwelling near the heater is how we will live our lives.
Even the animals know better than to go out in the cold.
Running outside?  You have to be very bold.
Lazy me.  I will spend much of my time in bed.
All the cabin fever can easily mess up my head.
Nothing to do?  Honey, I say we have it made.
Dear, get closer to me.  I’m in the mood to get laid.

For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Challenge

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