winter comes in wet overnight rain
has turned to fog the roads are clogged
with holiday traffic i'm sure its blogged
somewhere that the whole season's pain
is caused by the desire for too much gain
it doesn't matter that we're dogged
by bills by fear that the long day's logged
by the watcher hidden in every brain
all i can think of in this dark is that
i've had good luck i'm loved and happy
all in all better than being underground
when all's done i'll be home in nothing flat
it doesn't matter that the weather's crappy
as long as the essentials all are sound
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