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In the cold, we hit the ground,
Snowflakes fall, no one’s around.
But the brothers of TEP, full of delight,
Make snow angels deep into the night.

The air is sharp, the snow so pure,
But under layers, we crave more.
Boots off, coats tossed aside,
We laugh and roll with hearts open wide.

Angels in the snow, a playful scene,
But you know us, we’re far from clean.
Hands in the snow, but not just that,
Shenanigans follow—don’t deny that.

Between the laughs and the dirty jokes,
We’ve got wine slushes, and the rest we smoke.
Snow angels fall, but not just in grace,
We leave our mark in every trace.

So if you wander out in the snow,
And see some angels where wild winds blow,
You’ll know it’s TEP, making our way,
Turning innocence into a frisky display.