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White Christmas

December 9, 2017
By Anonymous

Snow,
It makes my skin glow.
It makes my lips dry,
It makes time fly.
I build a snowman with a smile,
Until it melts after a while.
I then feel the fresh snowflakes touching my skin,
It makes me grin.
After I get cold,
I go inside.
To sit by the fire,
To think and admire.
Of a white Christmas.


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