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Scorned Mother Nature

Winter
There’s nothing fun about it
I hate it all the same
I just get unhappy
And mother natures to blame


She must be awfully angry
To make it so darn cold
She must be somehow cranky
She must be getting old


She should get a face lift
it wouldn't look that bad
She’ll turn the clouds to sunny beams
If she’s returned what she once had



She’ll be showered in admirers
And bury her past pain
While she makes it snow cotton candy
And sugar coated rain



That’s all she really needs,
A beauty tip or two
And winter will be over
And I can start anew





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