My love for ewe is so great,
it overcomes the sad I get when your away
my heart melts for it 'til the dusk of day.
I arise amidst the snow flies;
The night loves when it's away,
my home is burried like a burroughs, John
poor, homey 'til day's dawn.
I play as long as I can stay inside
Its beauty is great,
no one can see me at all
Wondering mind 'til it sees,
I must get dressed to walk in the snow
homing is all I do,
writing my poems
While waiting for the moment, for it to say "I do."
My love for ewe
My love for ewe
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