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Mar 2018
In the air each snowflake drops.  
Each flake is white and unique.
Coming down in a blizzard,
It then caps the mountain peak.

The snow looks very lovely.
Black ice, lovely, sure is not.
When there's a severe blizzard,
Snowflakes profuse are a lot.

When weather is bitter cold,
Comfort is not to be had,
When winter has frigid winds,
I won't be one who is glad.

I'll hibernate like a bear,
When the snow drops from the air.
Written by
joseph g schelling
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