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Winter is coming!

The wind whispered to the trees

Who sent messages in fallen leaves

The bluebell rang out the alarm

And the rabbits burrowed out of harm

The birds carried the message on a wing

Then the forest fell asleep until the spring

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Published: Nov 6, 2019
LinesWords: 641

Notes: Thank you for bringing back to life a 2019 poem.

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