Once upon a time Winter decided
he'd had enough of all the negative vibes.
It wasn't his fault he had bad circulation
and dandruff;
these were all conditions of genetics
and out of his control. So he quit.
Pretty soon, people forgot about him.
He watched Autumn turn to Spring every year.
People had weekend barbecues,
mowed lawns, played in parks and laughed.
"I will have the last laugh," he thought,
sharpening his icepicks,
"my time will come."
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