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How can something
Be so beautiful,
Yet so treacherous?
At times it falls,
Swirling and dancing,
Like thousands of
Little, white ballerinas.
Other times it careens
Towards the ground
In big clumps
To gather
And cover
The world in a white,
Glittering blanket.
But at other times it freezes,
Danger to your car,
Or danger to
The tentative pedestrian.
And the wind blows fiercely,
And the snow becomes hard;
My home looks like
The Alaskan wasteland.
Yet I am forced to trudge on
Until the cold winter turns to spring,
And gentle spring turns to blazing summer,
Then I brace myself
For the next winter to come.

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