Dear Winter
Why do you blow your frost air on us?
Why do you form far away mist with your breath?
Why do you soak the ground with your tears?
Why do you ice the playground like my freezer?
From Max
Dear Winter,
By making the playground slippery,
Frosty and to cold for the delicate hand to touch?
Why do you force us to breath out smoke,
Like a smoke machine at a late night party?
You like to keep us inside with your rain.
Like a dictator you are the boss.
By Matthew
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