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Winter Time

By Laura Piggott

In the winter when it snows
Nothing stirs and nothing grows.
Outside it’s silent, cold and bare,
The chance of a smile is very rare.
People shake and start to shiver,
Even the animals start to quiver.
Oh, how I wish the winter would go;
Then we’d have sunshine, not cold snow.

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