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Poetry: Winter

by Vicky Smee

Cold, crisp winds whip the air

Staying in, snuggled up by the fire

Warming ourselves, holding each other tight

Outside its snowing, the children are playing

Snow balls fly through the sky

Wrapped up warm, walking through the glistening ice laden streets

Christmas is coming, there's a sparkle in our hearts

We wander around with a child like enthusiasm, winter is here

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