I don't like the snow.
I wish away it would go.
It does never go, but it always does stay.
Do I like this? No.
Blizzards fall from the sky. Tears from my eye.
I don't like the cold.
I feel it on my ears and my face.
I feel it all over the place.
It is really getting old.
I don't like the slippery ice.
It's not neat. I walk down the street to play.
I'm slip, sliding away, its not ok.
I go play, it's not ok.
It is not nice.
To more of this I say no.
Florida is where I want to go.
California would be nice too.
Yes, either of those states would be great.
Yes, thats what I might do.