Shivering and slivering of coldness winter, not hardily a single splinter, letting and setting the flower grow, it is not dropping dreadfulness snow, unless too slow, no worries to flow alongside like the oceanic in harmony of song, fear and tear on waves upward melody sound, the cartoonish sun came in tune gracefully of artform music, the little boy who was turning five on the spot so much more, he created snow angel, the snowman he made, he also takes one stocking hung the fireplace, he loved to hang other two lovely sister's color of stockings too, he adores hugs and kisses handily, this little man who awakes on his toy car bed in late morning glory day, he tells the story about two cute and pretty baby sisters, he melts his own heart in vane
Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-28-19
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