Let it Snow!!!!

Ahh, second-last paper of the term is finito!! I glory in this sort of fulfilled glow I get whenever I finish a paper, accomplishment being the key to that particular feeling. Of course, the feeling is somewhat tempered by the fact that I have been unable to write a successful paper all of term, and I am somewhat wary of my mark, because even though I think it is a good paper does not affect what my proffesor will think.

It's been snowing all afternoon, and it's absolutely glorious. We will have a white Christmas yet!

My buddy has challenged people to write a poem with 11 random words he's chosen. These are the words: nine/eyes/written/exciting/still/lived/crying/almost/fly/those/sense .

This is what I came up with:

Those eyes fly crying,
Nine, almost exciting;
Written sense still lived.

So, I guess I'm passing on the challenge. What can you all come up with?

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