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~ What Shall We Do With You ~

Beaming smiles, we see the sun. The clouds roll in, we feel glum. Don't let the sun fool you, It's frosty and cold. When we least expect it winds and warmth unfold. Cotton candy clouds unfurl in the sky. Other times gray steals our high. Tis this Season we're in, not much we can do. Oh Mother of Winter, what shall we do with you? Written by: S. Matheson 1/10/1006