The ground is blanketed white, By a secret visitor, Silent in the night. *** Like something out of a movie, The ground is pure, The world unmoving. *** A blank canvas is revealed, Where once was, The ground leveled. *** The tools for building in snow, Creating snow families, Or igloo to show. *** This is all very temporary, It will melt, And could be gone tomorrow.
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