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About This Poem
QUITE JANUARY SNOWY EVENING
The city still bears traces of the last blizzard,
which came after Christmas Day to amaze all;
snow returns in the form of on old wizard...
performing its magical powers to enthrall.
Traveling on the Brooklyn Bridge so dim...
my moodiness intensifies, feeling more grim;
I can see Manhattan's skyscrapers glittering
on a quite January snowy evening.
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