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I see Squirrels Filling their mouths With nuts, And scampering to Their tree to Hide them, Store them away for winter. Deep in the Woods, Bears begin to hibernate. Near the river, Beavers are putting The finishing touches Onto their dam. All for the coming winter. Me? I have all I need To keep me Company. I have my Cozy, warm bed. A cup of Hot chocolate or tea. And last but not least, My books.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
The Coming Winter
I see Squirrels Filling their mouths With nuts, And scampering to Their tree to Hide them, Store them away for winter. Deep in the Woods, Bears begin to hibernate. Near the river, Beavers are putting The finishing touches Onto their dam. All for the coming winter. Me? I have all I need To keep me Company. I have my Cozy, warm bed. A cup of Hot chocolate or tea. And last but not least, My books.
Inspired by "Winter" by Nikki Giovanni
kenedy-ell
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
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