winter trip of world
this is the bus of trip
its a very cold grip
this ice age is in the gear
bears,bees and deer
are in there sector
its like a big reflecter
the whiteness of snow
the sun is in a blow
nice and warm caves
the frozen waves
this is really cold
winter is about to fold
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