Of Snow -

For the season of damned slick, or honorable influence.

Obtrusive and draped all over,
With pure regulation I'm kept,
To work in my stead moreover,
I thank thee, for now I have slept.

Though, I prithee, melt quickly away,
As I will venture away from home.
But, to petition you, an act risque,
A god may be with deeds foreknown.

If a second hand god had made it,
to endure thy shiver is well.
The experts mind, you've played it,
They saying you wont, you fell.

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