The sound of Winter

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Snow is falling to the ground mostly in a flurry

the sound of crystals fill my ears as my vision soon is blurry.

I wipe my eyes and then I see a snowman standing there,

but the funny thing about this snowman is that this one has funny hair.

I laugh and sing holidays songs with lots of glee and cheer

until I see that my little neighbor boy is suddenly standing near.

He holds a snowball in his hand, his arm now winded back

and that is when I soon found out that I was under attack.

We fight and play and bounce for fun until we start to pout,

but that was when the sound of winter was suddenly blurted out.

The sound of crystals rang through our ears and that is when we saw,

the angel of winter singing, as more snow began to fall.





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