WINTER'S TURNED ON ME, A COLD HAND, NO HAND
WHITER THAN PALE HERE, A COLD CHANCE, NO CHANCE
TO KNOW YOU WELL OR TO SHOW YOU JUST HOW I FEEL
SO TELL PETER I'VE GONE
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A fantastic poem, like it.