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Winters here, unfortunately
It’s that time of the year, how some people truly do love it.
The cold brings the night early, brisk wind and mild flurries
Grab the old winter jacket, red beanie and gloves with a snug fit
The winters here unfortunately, they’re calling for snow in the mornin
The salt crunches under you as you spread it, one cold gust makes you hurry
It’s that time of the year, how some people trul...
Thursday 8th December 2022 12:25 am
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