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Snow flurries are swirling faster and faster, soon a blanket of white covers the ground, Robin redbreast pecks at the cotoneaster - where bright red berries still can be found. Filigree snowflakes fall without any sound Winter quintain , Poetry Contest Sponsored by Francine Roberts 12/20/21
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