| Winter |
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| A Falling Leaf Gently Sighs as winter breathes coming nigh grass was green, now is brown the world seems upside down tranquil nights, stars bestow howing winds, driving snow fires gleam bright at the hearth early nights, the days are dark cold winds blow as winter lives no one knows where summer is |
| Copywrite 2001 Maria G. Abernathey |
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