Winter
55 worder

Winter is a lady of narrow eyes and tight lips. No use begging her for mercy. You cannot succeed. She’s come here to flog us with stiff winds, freezing cold rain or sleet. Bing Crosby is just another flop she adores laughing heartily at. You’re a fool to dream again about white Christmas.
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