Winter

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    Winter

    it is coming fast
    leafs are charging colors
    it is getting colder
    ocean truning greenish blue
    nothing stay the same for long
    all the pretty colors will soon be gone
    birds won't be sing
    then cold snow comes
    white powered snow corvers brown grass like a blanket in layers
    so the childern can slide down hills
    with little red noses
    all that colors are finally gone
    soon to be missed
    feel the cold
    winter is where

    By: Tammy Scharet
    Done: Aug. 27, 2000\ Dec. 15, 2008

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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