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The Day

Brilliant light blinding snow delight fallen quick and fast only with cold does it last; otherwise, it's slipping away ice flows of past days laying easily disturbed when children raced passed the curb; and snowmen groan and moan when snowplows take their throne; just a mid-December day at play waiting patiently for that wonderful day the magic moments' dance for the blessed circumstance of a child babe and newborn king what a wonderful blessing.

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