Mr Frosty

I understood it all.

Especially now that I have become the weird man with the messy hair and the dark rings under his eyes.  The four packs a day habit sitting on the porch.  Waiting for what little money I still have left to run out.  Waiting for it all to run out.

Waiting every night for the sound.

Waiting for the sound,

Waiting for the sound.

Waiting for the sound.

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