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Snowland
Snowland
Today is almost over.
Tonight the moon did glow.
Between early morning
and midafternoon,
tomorrow, sometime soon
it will snow.
Darkness passes by,
now all but a few are still asleep.
Outside,
not a sound.
Not a peep.
A soft blanket of white
lay upon the ground.
Snowflakes are falling,
so intricately designed.
Winter is calling.
For some,
it's time to relax and unwind.
Those who sit by the fire and read a book.
Sleds and snowballs,
children play.
So much beauty all around,
no matter where you look.
There's no place to be but here.
So peacefully it is.
A day well spent,
this time of the year.
-Sedic J. Huxwell-
Today is almost over.
Tonight the moon did glow.
Between early morning
and midafternoon,
tomorrow, sometime soon
it will snow.
Darkness passes by,
now all but a few are still asleep.
Outside,
not a sound.
Not a peep.
A soft blanket of white
lay upon the ground.
Snowflakes are falling,
so intricately designed.
Winter is calling.
For some,
it's time to relax and unwind.
Those who sit by the fire and read a book.
Sleds and snowballs,
children play.
So much beauty all around,
no matter where you look.
There's no place to be but here.
So peacefully it is.
A day well spent,
this time of the year.
-Sedic J. Huxwell-
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