Death To All Snowmen
Where might thy be daylight savings? Sun of mine
Winter's last dying breath it's time to overtly shine
I say bring yourself out from that overcast shrine
Death to all snowmen to the street with their brine
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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