Oh, Snowwoman, how you lay,

Like sleeping beauty encrusted with snowflakes,

Though you struggle, you’ve got to get up.

For the sun will rise this morning with or without you.

But, if you allow my story to be the shine, the warmth, and the wit to thaw out you

I guarantee it will wake & warm you up,

Such as green tea, in a martyr’s cup.




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