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Away From Jack Frost

by Arlo-Cyrus | Score: 1050

Shiver, dear, Jack Frost won't know,
The sidewalks are made of snow,
Frost banks white are piled high,
Drifts of cold obscure the sky.

Close the door behind you, dear,
Keep safe this room of warmth and cheer,
Jack Front is waiting in the snow caps,
So please don't let him through the gaps.

Come, dear, over by the fireside,
Away from his grasp we can hide,
Warm your weary bones here with me,
We'll stay safe where Jack Frost cannot see.

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Event Winter is long and extremely cold
Words Reach 50 words
Location A tavern

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