A little break from winter ache

South winds blow warm before a storm

Bright sun is out which ends our pout

Our children play and yell all day

Though trees are bare we do not care

As long as we can share our glee

While warm winds blow and our cheeks glow

Ignore forecast of winter blast

We take a break from cold wind's ache

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