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First frigid day over the course of year.
Sky is clouded silver, ashen and clear.
Feel from the depth of the Laurentian Abyss,
Discern her bitter, frosty, boreal kiss.

Sweet, sprightly, trifling flakes fall.
Amuse nose though so petty, young, and small.
Though immerse thru a thick, toasty wrap,
Caught in winter's most devious trap.



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