White Day
I hit the alarm, and sighed a spiteful groan
For I have to get out of bed, and enter the awful cold
It will be worth it I say, for soon i'll be free
I must then go forth, and ready my car, you'll see!
I load it all in, from bottom to brim,
almost ready to leave
Its time to go, so lets drive in the snow,
its all I really need
Now let me say, I can no longer be bored
For there is much new snow, so let us go, and snowboard!
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