Winter

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As I go outside
I hear the wishing of snow falling
The scraping of shovels
And the happiness of children playing
I go out farther, to my friends house
And call her out
We play for hours
Intel we froze into a statue
We decided to go in
And drink hot coco
While the orange dragon drys us off

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