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Grown-Up of Snow
GROWN-UP OF SNOW The wintertime came vigorous, fall in torn rivers, trees, hills by snow spacing white boots let imprints stepped across trails roofs in split white water crystal Villages masses and sight snow shown as term Thanksgiving thou Christmas ritual it eras – Folks made balls and struck targets wherever sculpt figured of statues’ chart in precious skaters sped brash in snow-hill roads Outlaw drunk water-crystal melts in grass. Drivers saw naught at windshields, at feet headlights up reach tiny space snow falling roads, the heinous nights induce the minds roads’ and transit-line sign up coating Of snow, who can fallow it? Up hit by shovel roads pull up thy eyes. Deers south for grass foods lost up ground coat-ice floors-snow became the terrain And ice fishiest regions’ build-up. Spring came lit, grants ripen the Villages but, not bodies wanna steps by melting ice while’ snow sight gone we knew the place and each thing pass-off regress nature way The rains hitting, and buds sprouting anew!
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