You have returned again
my not-so-forgotten friend
Shame me lest I, if I cannot remember
last time your came it was late November
I look out the window and what do I see
Your soft, billowy-white blanket awaiting for me
The joy I find in my rewind
to my childhood past. What a blast!
Cast your spell you do so well
I mold, I make, n'er forsake
in our sweet communion doth I partake
Let our spirits blend once again
my not-so-forgotten friend
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