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Winter Poem
I wrote this piece when I was thirteen. I was a paper delivery girl at the time. All weathers.
Winter
© Sally Plumb
Winter
Winter's cold,
the year grows old.
Trees are bare,
no flowers fair do bloom.
The day it's dark
and night fires spark.
The stream is frozen.
Winter's chosen, cold and bitter.
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Winter
Winter's cold,
the year grows old.
Trees are bare,
no flowers fair do bloom.
The day it's dark
and night fires spark.
The stream is frozen.
Winter's chosen, cold and bitter.
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