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| Winter's Morn Feathery leaves of frosted ice Swinging in the morning breeze. Touch them with your fingers They will surely freeze. New snow is on the ground Glistening white and pure Frosty leaves flutter, but make no sound And form patterns on the snow. Shadows haunt the surface As the sun rises watch them grow They dance together with the leaves And form an eerie sight . It's morning in winter Dawn breaks and all is right Sue Cooper |
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