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I hate the cold winter mornings,
even though it is so beautiful.

The cold bitter wind,
blowing in my hair,
the sleet freezes me to the bone,
the ever-lasting white snow,
causing temporary cecity.
I'm ready for it to be over...

Look now!

The snow is melting,
as the days go on,
the wind dies down.

The flowers are growing,
the weather is warmer,
spring is everywhere.

(Too bad, it won't hurry up now, I really wouldn't mind)