Even in the rise of winter
This year
Seattle is bright
Frosty and chill there is
Not in a bad way, as one might...
In the walks my head hurts
But the cool air hits my face
And I breathe in
The cold fresh air
And all the pain and stress
Disappears away
My tongue gets thick
My mind is slow
But yet
All I think is
Behold, how wonderful this city is, Lo!
How can one
Ever outdo this mo'?
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