Winter by Ann Wood
WinterAnd now winter has come.
It's cold outside, the ground is stiff with cold.
I love winter but not the cold.
Winter is the season I was born in.
I like it when it snows outside and everything is white.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2024-01-18 at 00:21
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