Winter-oh, winter. How I love thee.
The most wonderful time of the year, they say-I'd have to agree.
While we bask in our money, presents under our Christmas tree,
As we head up to the mountains and snowboard and ski,
Our homeless brethren freeze and cry
As the land of death becomes for them nigh,
Their children shiver, and by the truckload die.
Snow drifts slowly downward-death from the…
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