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Spin-off of November by Thomas Hood White field-- white snow! Everything withers--nothing grows! No flora-- no fauna--an ice tundra where no one goes. A ghost of a memory-- a vivid flash of pain Vision in white-- not a thing to see But no, hidden--where could it be? Kisses, hushes, heard in the dark, the world is different you see, when white covers bark. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No trees--no leaves December.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
shyana-sri
December
Spin-off of November by Thomas Hood White field-- white snow! Everything withers--nothing grows! No flora-- no fauna--an ice tundra where no one goes. A ghost of a memory-- a vivid flash of pain Vision in white-- not a thing to see But no, hidden--where could it be? Kisses, hushes, heard in the dark, the world is different you see, when white covers bark. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No trees--no leaves December.
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