Monday, April 13, 2009
December Comments
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A freezing chill sweeps though the air;
Powdered sugar is wept from the clouds,
Piling up high untouched by man
It is the first of many at this time;
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9/6/2025 7:53:16 AM # 1.0.0
This poem creates a picture perfect portrait of winter time. I can picture the snow falling. I am not a big fan of wintertime myself, but this is a great poem.