Added: Feb 22, 2012
From: arvidpoem
Duration: 4:2
What if the summer would not come at this year? What if the winter time just goes on and on? Well, let's let the weatherman answer for that. The Weatherman The weather is good said the weatherman No angry birds in sight today No heart aches no crying This has to be a good day Check and mate said the weatherman Whiteness of the snow slows Any jumping salesmen movement Changing shouts to snowflakes The weatherman smiles quietly He knows what the good service mean The mood is elevated all over the land Anybody is expecting quiet whiteness Away fly the map of the weatherman Over the hills and hollow mountains The white fields and regiments Over the original habitants of the land The weatherman smoothed the climate Attuned violins of the orchestra Offering fruits of choice, colorful From the basket four dimensional Wide spread the arms of the weatherman Deeply he bows by dignifying manner The weather is yours, dear friends Please accept it solemnly... ©2012 Arvid Poem
Channel: Entertainment
Tags: original (song) acoustic poem br-600 af75d
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