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Winter poem Mollie TJS

Snow falls slowly as snowmen

stand alone in a field

waiting for a friend.

 

Ice puddles once free flowing

 now encased in a slice of time,

slowly moving again.

 

Christmas trees stand in line waiting for a Christmas miracle. 

The spiky tree lit up the sky and was the star of the show!

 

Icicles hang from the rooftop,

Slowly dripping down,

scaring anyone that stairs.

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