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I met this boy on the mountainside,
His hair powdered with cold mist.
His hands were as blue as his jeans,
And his breath trembled against my lips.
Our feet left their marks,
On the soft blankets of ice.
I was shivering at the air,
But his embrace battled it out.
“Stay like this with me,
My beautiful snow queen”,
He murmured against the hair on my head,
“And I will be your Johnny Boy,
And unfreeze your crystallized heart”.
I gave him a grin, and uplifted my head,
Staring into his eyes of Mayflower brown,
“Yes, oh yes, my Johnny Boy,
I’ll love you all through this season”.
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