Winter Scores a Win
Frozen brick church frozen hard steeple.
Nowhere around are any people
Winter mix is all around
Twinkling snow is on the ground.
Frozen limbs, breaking quickly.
In the yard, rather thickly.
Old frost bite Charlie has been busy.
Icicle magic makes me dizzy.
Not a coat or hat or face.
Not a person any place.
Outside is freezing, so we are all in.
Winter once again has scored a win.
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