A Cold Winters’ snow,
Purgatory draped in cold
Spring soon shall renew
One, two, three, four, five
Six, Seven, eight, nine, ten, ten,
Eleven won’t come
It is a flashlight
Provides illumination
When we cannot see
One view of the world
Life is what you make of it
Or how much you take
Pretty little one
Has your blanket gone away,
Do not cry, here, here
Sleeping with a want
It persists, corrupts your dreams
Awakening numb
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