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Crisp Winter
By Shannon M. Murphy 2006 The leaves are all gone They’ve fallen to their death Colorful leaves Have laid to rest The lonely tree skeletons Slowly sway in the breeze They look so naked Without all their leaves Winter is creeping Its well on its way Sledding, hot cocoa And bitter cold days The colors will fade Into a creamy white It’s a yearly battle And falls loosing the fight Marshmallows and milk Will drip from the sky And the suns warm light Will whisper good bye Roads will be cleaned And perfectly glazed Icier nights And longer days The breeze won’t be gentle It’ll snap at your nose The snow will sneak up And bury your toes Branches will shiver Flowers will disappear everything is changing Because winter is here
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