The snow, the snow!
Falling, so quietly, so gently.
Brightening weary hearts of dreary skies.
Wisping away all grayness with bright white lightness.
Smiles and childish awe
Of December first's surprize,
Hoping against hope for a real blanket of cozy cold, early Winter fun.
(12.1.8 Mix It Up!)
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