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WINTER WINDShollowed are the sounds of winter winds in mist Aching limbs wait for summer sun Blue skies bleed ice Snowing beauty outside a teasing enticement That I a sane man do ignore For on wooden legs I will not explore A warm log burning fire inside And sanity returns to those wise I wait for morning springs return Let others the leaves of winter burn And plant the seeds that fade in fall Merry Christmas to you all! As I sit to watch the snowman melt and one more winter day passes by No love of being cold damp winds have I Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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