Gone Too Soon
the end of summer,
came and gone
not like winter,
which takes too long.
it's the same routine for three months straight;
get up at noon and stay up late.
winter is cold and bitter, not sweet
but the twinkly, white snow is still pretty neat.
so what if i can't sleep 'til noon?
at least summer will come back soon.
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