A little break from winter ache
South winds blow warm before a storm
Bright sun is out which ends our pout
Our children play and yell all day
Though trees are bare we do not care
As long as we can share our glee
While warm winds blow and our cheeks glow
Ignore forecast of winter blast
We take a break from cold wind's ache
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Lyrical Porch II
PoetryCome sit on my porch, When you're feeling scorched, Come put up your feet, Read a tranquil treat ....
