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Jan 8
The ground was all iced over this morning
They say it’s nought degrees
The sky was red and beautiful
but to dread,
red sky in the morning is said
to be a warning
But no puddles just ice
Nice
The pavements were all twinkling
such a beautiful sight ,
Jack Frost has been busy all night!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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