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SnowNothing but snow can cover Ugliness and degradation Of our neighborhoods Broken and used things No longer wanted By you and me Paper cups, boxes from pizza Discarded, a blight to the eye Snow comes and it's gone A pristine blanket on top Everything hidden from view I love winter, best of all JDW©2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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