a poem by Michelle Klemm, Germany -
The winter is young,rules with strong might,reigns with iron hand,sends snow every day,does not owe us a rest.For the children it's fun.Until the sun shines brightlets glisten the wonderland,we prefer to stayin our comfortable nest.
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