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| A Perenial Love… - Miss Kotton |
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The wind blows cold,
The frost bites hard,
It gets into our feet,
It seeps into our hearts,
We’re tucked in each other’s pockets,
But that doesn’t keep us warm,
All it seems to do is,
Further enrage the storm,
Then on solstice came a gale,
It broke the mast,
And tore the sail,
And if we slip into the drink,
Our boat will surely snap and sink,
And the powder white as snow,
Will surely make the North winds blow,
But if we pick up pens and phones and tools,
And work together on this Yule,
We’ll shake off all this winter frost,
Our hearts will thaw,
All won’t be lost,
And as we watch the seasons change,
Our love will surely grow again.
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