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Snow

It’s slow to accumulate.

It stops to rest

And with stinging zest

Returns.

At time it seems to forget

Which way to blow

It’s beauty we know

Not to trust.

The hedges heaped

With white

Spend the night

Sagging.

Kids love it

Pummeling each other

Until mother

Intervenes.

The great thaw

Is the flaw

In this picture.

Dirty snow

Flows across

Our world

Of soggy

Soil.

Can’t wait ‘til spring!




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Brings back fond memories of beautiful snow scenes in Pennsylvania. Thanks, Glen!

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