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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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