

Welcoming WinterToday I welcomed winter His grasp is such a pain He freezes up my heartstrings With each repeated twangWelcoming Winter
And I question his allegiance Although he holds me near And croons so very softly My love, my darling, dear
He paints a pretty picture Its white and sparkling down And when the sun reflects it Its the greatest thing Ive found
But his white death mask Covers the life I used to know And my cries are
Blanketed by the falling snow
Winter you can still greet me Sway me with your views &n


Story of a Tea CupI will tell a tale of the utmost woe Of a teacup that just went geronimo! With not a word or sign to predict The most awful sights to inflict On the shock-filled faces of a family quite near To hear all the screams and see every tear From the anguished face of an aunt quite nutty A personage with a character quite interesting to studyStory of a Tea Cup
But I digress and I must tell the tale Though I would much rather stick my fist with a nail It starts on an evening quite calm and serene Filled with the delights of terrible cuisine When after the tinkle of shattering chi


alarm clockHave you noticed the alarm clock of the trees? The spacial transition of the leaves?"alarm clock
"Have you noticed that the leaves have veins? Passing life throughout their lanes
For death heas not yet swayed my eyes The death of green but slowly dies
The young so often fail to see Their midnight shrouds the colourful tree And they mourn too late
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I am already sitting there at the base of the tree looking upwards longingly last lively leaf most failed to see is clinging desperately
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And when it falls
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