I stand undeniably brisk in front of my door
being pushed against its wooden surface, and frozen to my core.
I can make no noise, for the wind stings my ears, and for a moment I forget where I am.
I feel as though I am the barrier between the outside world and my own life, I am the damm.
As the cold blowing air nips at my throat and constricts it I have one thought;
"I will not be blown away, I will have fought.
And if anyone from now on wants to know the story of me,
They will be told that I fought vigorously,
That I didn't go down without an ample fight
That I pushed against the wind with all of my might
And as far as the truth, you know I'll tell it!
Or maybe I'll embellish...just a bit!"
And so as she walked inside, and sat down for supper
She spun a tale, a real fixer-upper
And from her lips came lies and lies
But all of her guests were hypnotized
Because the interesting girl, with the eyes so blue
Could never tell a lie to you.
And when her guests tried to peek outside,
what they saw left them mystified.
For though a winter's breeze had only blown by,
a winter's storm was witnessed through their eye
And so the girl, who felt great sucess
stuck her chin up, and told the rest.
The rest of the story, about a young lassie, so brave
That it wasn't just herself that she had tried to save
And so she became a hero in her town
And people gathered, and settled down
To hear the tale of the girl who conquered winter's mightiest storms
Though you now know they were misinformed
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