Answer:
ice- cold, whirling him in sorrow, blown clear of love, and drowning him in desolation.
Explanation: Maybe that's it? Im quite positive though.
Answer:
Happy New Year My Dear Friend
Cantebury, macadory
starshine, beeline
exhuberant, how Jubilant!
funny, Johnny, how cunning.
Loftful and thoughtful.
Make me never awful.
Happytime, sunshine
run wild, be a child!
~theLocoCoco
