WinterLots of snow is about to come,
The cold breeze shakes my knees,
Oh no. My thumbs are going numb.
My mom screams "come in please".
I see a flake fall on my face
I feel the chills below my waist
The night is dark as pirate rum.
So i decide to sleep in the trees,
With the rest of my squirrel colleagues.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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