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The melodious laughter
A most wonderful sound
Of the children playing,
In the snow, all around.

The tinkle of ice in a glass.
A splashing of liquid, pouring past,
With alcohol or even with out,
It tastes good enough to shout,
Here's to life, fickle as it may be,
So here's to you and to me.

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Animal tracks,
I see in the snow,
Causes me to wonder,
Where did you go?

An empty room, no light to see,
Can bring a small fright to me.
It's not the darkness I fear,
My love for you is to be near,
So talk we can do, so easily.

Write the words down, they really matter
As they spill from my head and do clatter,
Down to the paper, of a journal I use,
To capture my thoughts and to peruse
All the words that are part of this kind
That only I hear, inside of my mind.

It is sunny; in creeps the night
To create the time, we call Twilight.
A time to reflect upon events today,
Some we will remember, most go away.

I'm talking to you. I hope you relate,
But I was thinking of a terrible date.
I was young and this was my first one,
That I was so nervous, I was close to undone.
My speech was full of words and stammer,
Felt like I'd been hit with a hammer.
Stumble, I did but in a literal sense,
Thus was my adventure and first romance.

Internal feeling are the light,
Flickering, dimming, in the night.
Try I must to stay here close,
Although my feelings are morose.