Grafton Globe Newspaper
Winter 2020 Edition
Upon the dawn of winter’s eve
Pow’dry flakes did softly slip Unto the face of Earth receive Peace throughout a frigid trip. If by nightfall glisters so Illuminating bitter gales Rest upon the fallen snow Sighted in few trodden trails And clouds sweet ling’ring low That alas, snowflakes turn sails Of ventured lands be off they go!
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February 2020
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