Sick on Vacation.

With a crown of mountaintops,

And a covering of pines to hold tight

The Mountain Man has taken ill,

And only one can make him right.

The cure is not a potion nor a pill,

Nor a hot chocolate

Nor a feel good chill,

Nor a winter wreath

Nor even a smile filled,

With teeth.

The warden of the sky will know,

To bring him all too soon

A heaping, leaping, keeping spoon,

Of snow!


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  1. Get well soon, my friend… and we need some kind of real winter here in Oviedo, Asturias, Spain (19 degrees, Celsius, is not a nice temperature for December)

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