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By nicky_heart
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12/09/2023 20:53:18
Elation for precipitation of the frozen kind
Begins to grow when we are both below A quilt watching the snow, my darling Rosine, The crystals fly the wood is dry And you are wearing only fire glow Like a Vermeer tableau Inside watching the snow To see the meadow sleep beneath
Its comforter of irridescent white It sure is quite a sight The maples and the evergreens Surprised their outer branches seem snow-lost As in a poem by Frost One of my favorite pastimes
And how well you know Is through the picture window When we are watching the snow The gate is locked the cat's been walked
Thelonius is on the stereo A crepuscule we know Inside watching the snow As evening falls the teapot calls Here's hoping several inches more will blow Since were contented so Inside watching the snow Robert
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