November 18, 2017
By , Cinnaminson, NJ

The Season that’s the coldest,
A snowflake is hard to notice.
The snow as soft as a blanket,
As white as a white feathered jacket.
The cold air makes me shiver,
It’s mostly ice near the river.
The winter is not much like the spring,
Near the Holiday you might start to sing.

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