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White
Christmas, Indeed!
whump, snap!
branches heavy
with snow submit—their buds
pining in vain for renewal
in Spring
each branch
weighted down with
ice and snow stands silent—
even their heavy shadows feel
the cold
a child
stands in her yard,
her tongue well extended
to catch each flake—Mom smiles as she
shovels
snowflakes
taste wonderful
their haute cuisine is soon
forgotten with each shovelful
of 'art'
grass peeks
through the snow banks,
to remind us of our
wish for a green Christmas—I say
Humbug!
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