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December’s glow

My wintery windows, glow in many colored lights,

icy fog, distorts yellows, reds and blues

holly boughs and berries, pines of greenest hues

It is early, much too early

for morning birds still sleeping

snow will fall in swirling winds

from heavy branches weeping

Silver moon, too I see you fade

when foggy clouds go creeping

stars will follow and fade away

when comes the sun over

frosty rooftops peeking

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