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1st Verse: It may be May, June or July; a bright sun up in the blue sky but every time you kiss me dear; the sound of sleighbells fills the air. Even when there’s no snow outside,
Sunset upon snow; an infant’s eye grows sleepy. With laughter it will awake. Snowflakes, snowflakes, snow flakes falling. Winter gives me a book of Haiku. Present wrapped in white
The Tortoise leaved slowly through a large and musty old tome while the Goldfish, far too modern to be bothered with ink and paper, instead amused himself with a little glowing gadget called an elect