Interlude
- Andrew Bedell
- Feb 4, 2018
- 1 min read
When the wind blows And the snow starts to fall And the sun is nowhere to be seen When the skies are all grey And the temperature plummets And the morning frost lays like a blanket The best place to be is a pub by the fire With family and friends and our lovers With great conversation and music Much laughter to lighten the mood We can shut out the cold uninviting And enjoy this brief interlude.
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