Sticks and stones
that's what they said it was,
Jenny pierced her ear and
I wore my new boots down to the Corner,
what a season, what a year
for new changes,
we didn't even drink coffee
I just sat in a big leather seat
too large for me,
in front of a roaring fire,
another cold-natured man
hoping for warmth,
attracting me
with his frost covered symphony,
I think if I meet one more
Elsa-wannabe,
I'm going to scream.
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