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| Snow is sleeping on each bow, In its wintry slumber now. White as salt and cool as ice, Seldom has it looked so nice. Peaceful, tranquil is the scene, Quite removed from summer's green. Birds, of course, are not impressed! They've no place where they can rest. Soon the sun will have its way. Snow may linger, but not stay. | ||
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