His breath lingers, Frozen in place by the chilled air. Upon his word, It is declared that winter Is nigh. But the weather does not cooperate, And a sunny day is bestowed upon Just as a flag is planted in The land.
Yeah, so I can't get to sleep, so I decided to write a poem. A crappy one, but a poem nonetheless. By the way, I think it's the Dropkick MurpHys, not the Dropkick Murpys. Teehee.
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Frozen in place by the chilled air.
Upon his word,
It is declared that winter
Is nigh.
But the weather does not cooperate,
And a sunny day is bestowed upon
Just as a flag is planted in
The land.
Yeah, so I can't get to sleep, so I decided to write a poem. A crappy one, but a poem nonetheless. By the way, I think it's the Dropkick MurpHys, not the Dropkick Murpys. Teehee.
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Anyway, COME BACK TO LIVEJOURNAL, PWEEZ.
(Gosh, I sound like a XangafreEk. *shudder*)
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