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The Midnight Walk

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Down to the beach I go
with hat and scarf,
Mittens and goggles

The driving snow
beats at my face
stinging my cheeks

Powerful winds threaten
to blow snow
in my face

Barly walking
ofthen tripping
I leave the beach

Pretty, Peaceful, Perfect is
my midnight walk
Though the snow.





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