My Own Winter Wonderland

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A storm is coming what to do
Just some flurries nothing big
Early in the morning the tapping comes
On my window I hear the sounds
The sound of heavy snow pelting the glass
The knowledge that a blanket of powder will remain
Awake and cold out the window white
The snow has fallen
The land is covered yet bare
My own winter wonderland





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