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AprilDawn Feb 2015
swirl  up
deep piles
of blinding snow
your bones  and skin
stockpile  memories of
winters past
you use
to  get warmer
so much
quicker
go ahead
take  that little  nip
  of  liquor
to take the edge off
puffs of icy
chills
and  porch step spills
as  slick spots
catch   tensed boot
soles  
  you see white  
up close and personal
not quite
the  sweet  winter treat  
you envisioned
partaking
in
getting colder  and whiter ...not our usual   weather sphere here abouts

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