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December

Those Winds

     
  Those Winds


Those winds that blow down southerly,
Bring icy air from the northern sea;
A wicked, prickly, needle cold
That makes the landscape stark and bold,
That makes the children cease their play,
That makes the birds all fly away,
That turns the pines to frosted cones,
And skelps the skin right off yer bones.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 
     
 

Those Winds

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