by Sharon Siegel   Winter, you are cold   Crisp, frigid air Hands meet pockets Chills sent down my spine Winter, you are cold   Puddles on the sidewalk Ready to freeze over I see palm trees ahead But I feel winter   Gusts of winds Whirling through the air Leaves fluttering Through the heavy…

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