The very place I call my home,
is the land where the Moose roam.
Ice and snow covers the ground,
to the winter days we are bound.
Shorten days and long frosty nights,
Falling snow limits the sights.
As the day grows old and the temperature drops,
In this Frozen land, all times seems to have stop.
While outside, you require hats and gloves
It is these winter days that I love.
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