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A poem about...winter approaching. Haha. |
| Colder do the days get With every spin of the Earth. Upon the ground the leaves are set To accept the freezing snow's birth. Slowly flutter down do the flakes And wind pushes them faster Put away leafblowers and rakes. For shovels defeat snow's plaster. Rain will cease to patter And snow will begin to fall. Though cold, to the kids it won't matter As they indulge in battles with snowballs. All foliage shall disappear from sight except for the needles of the pine. No more October tales of fright Or November meals to dine. Christmas carols shall envelope our minds Making us fuzzy and warm. Bells make sounds of magical kinds As Christmas spirit beats a winter storm. |