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| Winter season with blistering cold Yet a time when we will roam Back to family, home or friends Rejoice the heart and lend a hand A journey long still made today Just like they did in olden days When only a wagon, sled, or horse Fastest means to trek the course Beauty and danger at every turn The drive to go is what we yearn Will keep us safe, without a fall From where, or heart's home calls -- Aine 2008 |
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