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Winter Magic
Wearing hats and mittens Into piles of snow I sled No fear of falling over Travelling straight ahead Enjoying warm sweet cocoa Readied by my mom Warmed through and through - I'm ready for more - here I come! Now, it's on to building: Towns with snow forts and snowmen Each crafted with precision Right up till the end When....... I take a few steps backwards; Now able to take it all in There's something special in my snow town - Every place that I can see Reminding me of dreamland: WINTER magic, it must be!
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