Falling snow, child home sick in my bed
Tea and toast on a tray
Red cheeks, hollowed eyes, pale skin
My Other Half on a road heading away for too long
Hard hugs in the darkness, holding on
Monday morning blue and grey
From earth to sky, just grey
Snowflakes don't fall, they are shaken like in a globe
Every which way, the way I feel now
Late nights, long week, too tired to sleep
Children will get well
My Other Half will come home
The grey will melt into brown then grow green
The sky will be blue
Hope lies under the snow
It’s Show Time
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My 100 percent guaranteed prediction for the Killington World Cup is... an
exciting weekend of racing. Sorry, that's all I've got!
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