Snowball shakedown slushy slurry
thrice befrazzled fireside flurries
windows frosting shifting views
not getting up to check the news
the logs should last for 12 and twenty
corresponding glib Ms. Munchie
daylight slowly hatched in phased
heartbeating pleating clubs and spades
all splayed out couch bound ports cathartic
plot the course mentally chart it,
enjoyed a wintry jour congé
with silent Saffron's pure parlay.
I'll say.
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