Oh!
The hills are calling me -
They aren't even hills, just a bit of a pit.
They're saying "come down, come down..."
I've got a sled, that isn't it.
I'm just supposed to be getting things done.
I'm here at the appointed hour,
Or so I thought. No time to sled,
Or walk, or smell a flower.
And just as I am questioning,
'Is this the time? the place?'
In walks that most comforting elixir,
A familiar face.
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