You ask me how I know,
I no longer love snow.
Oh, I at once reply,
"When it makes me cry? Not my piece of pie."
You say it's soft and bright,
Innocent and white.
Oh, when I realize
that's a pack of lies,
Snow gets in my eyes.
Lips are chapped and eyes are watering -
I think I can't move my glove.
When it slants, it even soaks my pants,
Freezing from up above.
Now I am not a fan
Of building a snowman.
Oh, when the heck is spring?
I can't see a thing.
Snow gets in my eyes.
In other words, we may not have had a White Christmas, but we are having a White Girl's Day, and we may just have a White White Day.
2 comments:
Hey Em,
I should have brought your snow boots in August. I hope your spring comes soon.
Love,
Mom
Hi Emily,
thanks for the brother charm---I attached it to my backpack. It snowed again last night her in washington---kinda brings me down sometimes as well. Anyways, thanks again & take care. ----wood
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