Winter
I look outside, and what do i see?
I see a winter wonderland.
Everything is covered in white ice,
topped off with a layer of slippery ice!
When i walk outside, i do not see my driveway.
I see something that is like an ice rink.
I see smoke, from my wood boiler.
I see the license plate on the front of my white car,
but not the car itself.
Winter is white,
Winter is mysterious.
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