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Winter Came Early Winter came early in a blast of flurries, Cold like the dickens, but we were tingling, Giddy with joy and eager to get going, To kick up our heels in the newly fallen snow. Mum bundled us up with kisses and hugs (Cute to see but hard to run). While snowflakes kept falling, We kept squirming (all bright-eyes and bushy tails), Chattering impatiently as if we’d miss something. Snow covered everything, and the forecast was dismal. And Dad was out there, somewhere, between the banks; Shovelling snow from the driveway for the automobile, And us kids couldn’t care less. “Hurry up!” to Mum, we said.

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Date: 10/1/2021 8:10:00 PM
I am enjoying your portfolio, Dennis. This Winter poem takes me back to youth when snow meant childlike play + snow drift disruption. A fine, enjoyable write! And given my Ukrainian grandparents (mother's side), I appreciate the Kurelek painting too. All the best, Brian
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Dennis Spilchuk
Date: 10/9/2021 11:05:00 AM
I sincerely appreciate your comment, and I'm glad you enjoy William Kurelek's painting. It's hard to believe, but back then, the city of Toronto was called "Toronto the good." Take care.
Date: 12/14/2020 11:53:00 AM
Hello Denis Splichuk, the children like the snow. They make snowmen and slides. some play hockey etc, while the grown ups shovel snow and clear the stairs. It is not fun for grown ups. Enjoy your day my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 12/16/2020 10:37:00 AM
Hello Denis, you are welcome. Merry Christmas my friend.
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Dennis Spilchuk
Date: 12/15/2020 11:20:00 AM
Thanks for commenting and have a Merry Christmas.

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