Tongues pole-frozen with dreams of living without snowballs or snowflakes. He feels pain in the tongue and snow down the neck. He thinks this high, cold sky sunshine fillet seems a dark shy away from summer fun, but he forgets the sweaty sleepless nights at times associated with the season. Lost inside, he’s found salvation. Thinking winter hits like iron bar service to his face, his counter-clockwise brain reaction remains off course. For him, time seems tethered and twenty-five below weathered. Electric icicles together above heads cough-jerking with forward force below the gallows of winter, whiplash source. Lost inside, he thinks with closed eyes. Meanwhile, outside, what SOUNDS like systematic claps, is an auburn-capped apprentice blacksmith from Lacking Snow State on a weekend getaway misreading maps and smiling awake. He traipses on with adventurous thoughts in the winding, winter forest with twig-stepping snaps. Lost outside, he’s found salvation. Cascading through banks of blustering snow, the blacksmith recalls his homeland, and wishes he could relocate and live in a land such as this with fresh, crisp air and sauntering visions. Ice-caked branches glisten and crack as the blacksmith walks on. He feels free and alive and takes bold chances. Lost outside, he dares not close his eyes. NOW THIS IS THE ORIGINAL VERSION. AS YOU CAN SEE, THERE WERE...SOME CHANGES. Tongues pole frozen, systematic claps through and through tourist traps with an auburn-capped apprentice blacksmith misreading maps in the winding winter forest snaps No go-gliding paper plane, "return, return!" high, cold sky fillet, shy away from gone crash & burn air gambit pawn turns ash gray player yells "I will learn!" Iron bar service, clockwise pain reaction, course tethered, forty-five below weather, natural force electric icicles together, remorse above and below the gallows, whiplash source As though it goes, en route the law off track and rhyme, but with a reason punishment cares not the seasongO
