Snowy caps surround us,
without the nonpareil sprinkles,
or dark chocolate.
Weβre cruising winding roads,
with John Denver on the radio.
The Rocky Mountains have popped,
my ears more than twice.
My family is singing to,
an all too relevant song,
about my fiancΓ©s life.
Inexperienced ears,
listen while we travel through,
the unknown scenery.
Itβs not long before,
the roads come,
to a grinding halt.
Keeping Up With a Skillings 
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