Get out your shovels winter is here,
once again snow storms appear,
causing us to slip and slide
making our cars collide.





Daylight hours I hardly see,
except on weekends when I'm free.
Driving to work is something I dread,
if I check the weather I'm often mislead.





Heating bills climb so high,
and the cold weather keeps me inside.
My skin is chapped and dry always,
my skin gets itchy -- it ruins my days .





Heaps of snow piling on the ground,
it's too cold to move around.
Oh, the joys of winter bliss,
it’s one season I'd rather miss.















   





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