Winter's Slave
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When we all are locked up
in our closets
in wintry clothes
we can't appreciate
spring
as snowy winter goes
hope all scared of winter know
soft breeze only in spring does blow
as the hot air rises in one's nose
ere summer crops up
as autumn follows
and the fall gallows
then fragrance of roses
spreads and grows
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