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THE AIR NOW COLD,
TEMPS FALL BELOW,
THE MARK THAT SAYS IT'S FREEZING.
BLUE BIRD SKIES,
NO CLOUDS INSIGHT,
THE NIGHT TIME FROST WELL FROZEN.
THE FIRES LIT,
THE OLD WOOD STOVE,
GIVES WARMTH AND REASSURANCE.
THROUGH THE GLASS,
THE FLAMES DO DANCE,
THE POPS AND HISS ITS MUSIC.
A PLACE TO SIT,
BY CHANCE RELAX,
AS WINTER SLUMBERS DEEPLY.
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THE WARMTH OF FIRES GLOW
THE WARMTH OF FIRES GLOW
