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The soft sound of snow crunching beneath my feet,
And I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be.
Snowflakes are falling, sticking in my hair,
As I see my breath in front of me in the cold, brisk air.
Rolling snowballs to have a fight,
I love the way snow reflects the sunlight.
It’s a time for red, green and white, not black nor gray,
Christmas, New Year’s, birthdays and the holidays.
Boots, hats, scarves, and gloves,
Wintertime is a time for love.



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TheSkyOwesMeRainThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 3, 2012 at 6:36 pm:
Great job! I love the sensory details and images you put into this poem, keep up the good work!
 
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