Winter is only a small Piece of the year. I can slip and slide upon thin ice for a while.
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Winter a small piece may be, But don’t let it lull thee, Into thinking it’s all friendly and nice. If you fall into that trap, you may regret such a lapse, For the ice may be thin, but it can be hard on your chin, When in the fun of a ruckus, you fall on your tuchus, And shout “Spring is coming when?”
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It only takes seconds until the EMT beckons
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Good one, Larry! I hope I could say the same about me, winter doesn’t agree with me at all.😅
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Thanks. I so can’t wait to get it over with. I always have to grin an bear it
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Same here! I wish I could press a skip button or something on it.
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