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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I still remembered that night the snow was heavy and unusually white. We gathered around the fireplace, Momma was sharing her Christmas grace. Daddy went home and brought us presents Momma stopped her story and away she went out into the snowy streets buying us winter treats. It has passed dinner and she’s not home. Our stomach started to ache and roam. Daddy began to worry, and away he went in a hurry. Me and Anna were still inside looking through the window with eyes opened wide. Then Anna started to cry, I was still wondering why until I saw a shadow in the foggy snow. Anna squeezed my hand and wouldn’t let go. A squeak, a squeal - a spinning wheel down the hill that’d thrill and kill. It came clashing and crashing through the glaciers it went bashing through our door it was breaking, left us all shaking and quaking. We did not restrain the shrieks and tears weren’t feigned. Next morning the neighbors came and told us that momma and daddy weren’t the same. I followed them and what I saw with only a glance made me drop my jaws. There, two coffins neatly laid “Uncertain causes” was clearly sprayed. I laughed and thought I just got played but grief suddenly fell when the priest prayed. Nobody helped when I fell limp on the floor as they carried my parent’s bodies through the shattered door. From that day on there wasn’t winter anymore. Snow were redder than red – the color of gore. Their tombstones were always cold solid steel and if you came close you’d feel: A squeak, a squeal - a spinning wheel down the hill that’d thrill and kill.
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