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Poetry: “The sleet”

One of the dreadful things about November is this.

***~***~***~***

The sleet

It comes down hard
In horrid sheets
Of cold and wet
Sinking in
Some snow survives
Drifting down
Drowned out by
The cold and wet
The puddles form
Are dreadful ponds
Full of muck
And icy doom
The wind it tears
Up and down
November’s kiss
Is freezing cold

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