Hi Snow!
I see you outside my window. You don't know how much I need you to stick around, to the roads especially. I don't have anything to offer you except for poetry. It's a Thursday night, how about a triolet?
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My weary eyes are happy to see snow
this body of mine craves extra sleep
You were unaware before? Now you know
my weary eyes are happy to see snow.
Stir it around like bad gossip, wind blow
If I don't get a day off, I might weep
my weary eyes are happy to see snow
this body of mine craves extra sleep.
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