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Please Listen to My Plea I am Winter People do not like me They say I am cold you see I spread gown to cover trees and ground But people don’t want me around My wind does bring a chill But I don’t like people to kill My moon is large and blue I love to bring romance to you White is so clean a pure It makes things fresh I am sure But my season must come Regardless of complaints by some Some places my gown does not cover My wind is only an errant breeze My temperature is tepid My color is placid Oh, can’t you see I am who I was meant to be Can’t you please accept me?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 9/5/2012 10:14:00 PM
For three months out of the year, we have to accept winter whether we like it or not. Good poetic way to describe the personification of winter.
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