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Mar 2020
The Ice freezes over the land
Defiling nature in its frigid hands
But little do they know
the purpose of the snow
Because when the sun begins to flare
And blows away the freezing air
Below the ground
Safe and sound
the Roots begin to wake
Because even though we might not think so
The snow does more than take
Because when the ice begins to thaw
It joins the flowers that strike us with awe
Written by
Dillion Felder  122/My house I never leave
(122/My house I never leave)   
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   John Destalo
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