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A Sonnet
Snow falling to claim the end of the year, Filling the world with giant tumbling flakes, As sleigh bells jingling afar come near, Gently urging happiness to awake.
Like the careless dancing of joyous elves, To a silent song sweetly beckoning, Magic for those who allow themselves To believe wonder exists in all things.
When sun beams cease to guide their lazy way, Each flake softly captures the moon’s first light, The dancing slows and soon will take away The spell that lovingly held us so tight.
Then this first snowy day will seem Less like a memory than a dream.
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