> Three point nine miles away,
> but separated none the less,
> by snow falling steadily all day.
> Oh what a terrible mess.
> It is a shame we aren't older, by a few years
> for we could go far away and play
> and not deal with these silly weather fears.
> I hope this will come true, perhaps one day.
> Now, nearly half of your break is finished
> Fortunately, eight more weeks until climatical liberation
> Yet, the chances of coming over today - diminished
> Insidious circumstances, giving me Sarah deprivation!
> I think you get the drift, pun intended
> I'm pretty insane for you, as you know
> But there is no need to make this poem longwinded
> So for the moment, just blame the snow!
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