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Winter
White powder covers the trees.
Covers the leaves.
Floats on the breeze.
This powder blankets the ground.
Muffles all sound.
Where footsteps bound.
Icicles, on gutters, they twinkle.
Water droplets they sprinkle.
Warm houses bring Christmas cheer.
We hold close those so dear.
When we're with them, we have no fear.
Winter may bring the harsh cold,
But it can't break our house's warm mold.
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