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Dreary and cold

It's damp and cold on a December day Instead of white and snowy for the day. At home in the warmth of my abode There is not much help to share the load. The burden of thought weighs down on me While gazing at loved ones so pensively. I've thought and thought of what lies ahead No visions of sugarplums dance in my head. But a horse may help guide the way To a wandering child who is afraid to say Things dancing around in her troubled head Even when sleeping in her dreamlit bed.
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