The following is a poem I wrote when I was 13 years old.
Winter is the sparkling snow
Untouched on the ground
Winter is the time to build
A snowman, fat and round
Winter is the long, long nights
And the very short days
Winter has many beautiful sights
If you bother to look their way
Winter is a season
That seems very long
Winter is the reason
Why summer moves along.
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