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by The Angel of Secrets Mar 21, 2006 category : Life, society / other
It's cold outside, and the world is white, Evening comes soon, as well as night. I miss the summer, I miss the sun, I miss sunbathing, and common outdoor fun. The spring couldn't come sooner, I want the flowers to show. I sit under a blanket in front of the fire, and say to myself "I hate the snow."