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A frozen chilly morning, The grass all white and crispy, My ears are blue, the sky is too, With clouds of white and wispy.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
Wispy
A frozen chilly morning, The grass all white and crispy, My ears are blue, the sky is too, With clouds of white and wispy.
MrPeterJThomas
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
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