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Country SnowUpon the old one lane country bridge I sit mesmerized by the gently falling pristine snow watching it paint the ancient evergreens a beautiful ghostly white as it splashes the little creek with sparkling blue-white ice turning the serene forest into a gloriously peaceful winter wonderland. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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