It's cold out
Like the town
Of Nagarkot
The evergreen trees
And the thick fog
Make me feel
Like I'm not
In the city
Of Seattle
But a hill
High up
IN the mountains
Ready to breathe
The air so fresh,
Touching the skies!
Friendly faces come by
From the other side
And every so often
I see that girl
She's a lawyer now
At the federal court
A classmate
Who I've not yet
Introduced myself
We're so very covert
And it's a pleasure
What's not to like
In this town
of
Winter Wonderland?
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