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January

  • Lauren Radicchi
  • Jan 29, 2018
  • 1 min read

Cold icy weather nips at my nose

Like Jack Frost leaving little Eskimo kisses

My fingers, toes, nose

All numb from the cold

My breath looks like smoke

Strange considering that no fire

Could survive this cold

The snow looks beautiful

A dusting of white over all

But the moment it touches you

The icy cold leaves you shivering

The snow can either be a child’s paradise

Or someone’s freezing point

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