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FROSTY MORNING
Morning broke and the birds outside
Whistled to the newborn dew
Peering out through a chilly window
A glittering landscape was to view
So frosty was the tiding
You could almost hear grass blades snap
Poor sparrows were tirelessly pecking
Icy water bowls were being attacked
Tree branches swayed vivid and coldly
Against a back-drop of grey white sky
While a heron was searching for fish breakfast
Swooping down from on high
Time to pull out my heavy winter coat
And boots right up to my knee
A crispy, crunchy, beautiful morn
Wondrous vision to look out and see
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