Winters Reign
OLD MAN WINTER,
IS WICKEDLY MEAN.
HE'S BEEN KNOWN,
TO CREATE A SCENE.
HE LOVES TO GET
RIGHT IN YOUR FACE.
YOU CAN BUNDLE UP
AND NOT BE SAFE.
FOR OLD MAN WINTER
IT'S THE NORM.
TO UN-LEASH A CRIPPLING
WINTER STORM.
HE'LL FREEZE THE RAIN.
HE'LL SHUT DOWN STATES.
HE'LL LEAVE YOU STRANDED,
IN THE HAND'S OF FATE.
HE'LL STOP YOU COLD,
RIGHT IN YOUR TRACKS.
HE'LL BITE YOUR TOES,
AND TURN THEM BLACK.
OLD MAN WINTER,
HAS NO REMORSE.
MORTAL BEINGS,
HAVE NO RECOURSE.
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