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It’s going to rain feathers—
In dark furious weather.
Millions of snowflakes will fall,
Building a fluffy castle of one solid wall,
Heaping themselves on my lover and me,
Rolling down on our bodies. Heavy, we
Pile under the snow-drift of covers;
The two of us know winter like lovers.





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