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" Cold " Cold Winds blow Snow flakes fly Wood smoke drifts up And waves from the sky In Maple leaf valleys Winter has come there again Content and warmed by the fire As tall tales are told by old friends Snow shoes and skis, in the corner are propped Laughter continues 'til evening is done But no thoughts are given to the snowstorm outside For being snowed in for the night can be so much fun ![]()
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