Madeleine to my dismay
winter has come at last to stay
And I with utmost fortitude
Am left with my lingering solitude
My mind still carries on
in monotone and steadfast song
it's full of worrisome insecure thoughts
of what might be and what might not
And so I juggle in my head
Dreams of what could be instead
Some months must pass with this disease
Until spring and then I'll be at ease.
Harper
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