My hope of crisp days, crunchy snow
And coloured scarves
Has been lost
Since the grey fog crept in
Chilling everything in its way
To the bone.- - -> you have a rhythm to your lines that makes saying the lines out loud easy
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My hope of crisp days, crunchy snow And coloured scarves Has been lost Since the grey fog crept in Chilling everything in its way To the bone.- - -> you have a rhythm to your lines that makes saying the lines out loud easy