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The sky cried and roared,
Fog swirling, blocking vision,
The roads slippery.
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Trees sometimes shaking,
The snow dancing like fairies,
As my boots trek through.
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Wolves howl in the dark,
The sun reflecting it's glow,
The moon shines tonight.
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ALIVE 2019 - My English Poetry Journal
Poetrythis is for english class please send help.
