Robyn McAdam

Singing and Dancing;
Spinning in the crisp fall air;
Falling, Floating, Flying
To land in a splendor of
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The white blanket freshly fallen shimmering in the early morning;
The men made of ice sit smiling in my yard;
The children laugh while making angels;
Their noses red as crimson,
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The wind blows
The skeleton’s bones shake
The candy flows
The party goes
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