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About This Poem
Blanket of White
Nature didn't get the memo.
The weatherman said sunny and bright.
According to what I see now,
I suppose he got it half right.
The sun is no where in evidence,
conspicuous by it's absence, at best.
It's bright all right, that's for sure.
With a layer of white we've been blessed.
I really don't like the winter.
Cold weather just isn't for me.
But even I can admit it's pretty,
this blanket of white that I see.
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