poem #12

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The crystals groan, whenever crushed

Under a melting tread.

Snow faithfully fulfilled its oath,

And did just what it said.

In recompense for stinging cold,

This mantle vowed to be

Finer than the finest of white sands

And never slippery.  

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 03, 2021 ⏰

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