Listen to the snow
Fill these woods at night
While old trees shrug
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This poem reminds me I have hot chocolates mix in the cupboard.
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Lucky you!
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Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you!
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I remember going to up to the snow when I was 14 Bart .. 56 years ago …
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It’s a little more frequent even here in the American South. Still not as much fun as when I lived in New England.
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Yes, “shrug” after they’ve taken on too much. Beautiful, Bart!
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Thank you, Susi.
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You’re welcome, Bart!
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