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Winterpoem

Icicles drip, snow swirls and whirls down on your head; feet drag and slip.

Scarves and gloves march off shelves and coats fly out of closets like comets towards waiting arms.

Snowballs zoom like cannon balls relentlessly attacking. Snowflakes land on tongues and snowballs land on faces. Tiny clouds form in front of scarves and everything is as if someone took glitter and sprinkled it around. No one can hear because every ear is covered, but if you could you would hear sleigh bells and carolers sing 'bout Noel.

Sylvia Hansen (11 yrs old)