"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
The paths of childhood.
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Blurring the terrain,
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
Merely a mockery of spring
Over the chilly dale.
As it sits there like an eventual
Merely a mockery of spring
Billows the fog, cloaks
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
The paths of childhood.
Yes. The obvious
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
demonstrating their talent for comedy�stroke
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
The paths of childhood.
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Blurring the terrain,
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
Merely a mockery of spring
Over the chilly dale.
As it sits there like an eventual
Merely a mockery of spring
Billows the fog, cloaks
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
The paths of childhood.
Yes. The obvious
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
demonstrating their talent for comedy�stroke
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