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Winter has seeped in with its razor like wind
bringing with it the silent sleeping snow
With frigid cold and no sun showing
makes it a rough way to spend a day
Hijacked in the house on a large snowy city street
my free lance Soul has lost its rhythmic beat
Plastic covering the large windows to keep
out the cold chill of the wind I feel boxed in
from the world I love outside
Look out the window all I see is the dull color
of plastic staring back at me
I have heard and believe the best things
in life are free for me its the fresh air the
sun beaming down on me the laughter of
the birds me racing with the Angels
high in the magnificent sky of deep blue
all things that makd my life true
So what am I to do when my Soul is
hit by the snowy time blues
I write and reminisce about the things
I hold dear and true
