Bleak World
The world seems like death
Just a lot of little (and sometimes big) sticks
That's all you see dotting the landscape
They mock me
It's like I can hear Nelson's laugh
"Ha, ha."
Or the Soup Nazi
"No green for you."
It seems to drag on and on
It never wants to end
Just lasts forever
Much longer than the warmth
But eventually it will lose the battle
Little green will start popping up
No more brown will carpet the ground
And then I can mock it
I can laugh like Nelson
"Ha, ha, winter. You've lost again!"
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