Frost when frosty white frost covers the grass, covers the roof tops, covers the glass. when crisp-cold days come, and all is white, leaving the lush green land a forgotten sight. when all is calm and all is quite cool, leaving the Earth like a frozen pool. when Jack Frost is about, it is clear, without a doubt, Christmas is near!
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because i live snow.
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