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Nov 2013
As the first flake hits my lips
A cold sensation flows through my veins
Continues all the way to my finger tips
Until they tingle, with little pains
The cold wind tenses up my face
As I bundle up to remain warm
The snow starts to fall at a constant pace
These small flakes meaning no harm
This cold and snowy winter day
Is beautiful in every single way
Brett W
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