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winter times

The great Christmas pudding.

The lovely Christmas dinner.

The freezing snowflakes.

 

The snow swaying in the wind.

The frosted grass stays stranded.

The smell of winter days.

 

The  sizzle of turkey.

The crunch of snow on my foot.

The hot chocolate froths.

 

The smell of turkey.

The  hot tub froths and bubbles.

The crunch of crackling.

 

Robins eat berries.

Robins fly under the sky.

Robins tweet and sing.

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