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Apr 2017
the cold is being to flow
the air has become cold.
the trees are almost bare.
duck st the pond begin to huddle together.
children are not playing outside as much these days.
as we get ready for the first freeze.
he temp. drops a few more numbers
as the smoke rise from the stove.
hot drinks for the children what a treat.
it's rain out now as it taps the window.
look at the ice now on the trees.
this is the first freeze.
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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