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Poem By Jane Tomlin

Icy snowflakes fall to the ground
Softly, silently not a sound.

Snowmen stand grand and tall
Covered in white face and all.

Inside the fire burns bright
Lie next to me, stay all night.

Icicles are melting and the snowmen
See you next year, we'll be together again.

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poems about winter deserve the highest praise the heart warm bright while cold wind blasts in the nihgt a fine poem