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Slush
by Theresa McTague
Drizzling drips of rain and snow Sink to the already frozen ground Perched while the temperature Plummets downhill
Just like the atmosphere
Does in the wintertime
No more chirping
A muf ed cry of children
Reach my closed window pane
As they have some jovial Snowball ght
Below the crystallized branches Cars and buses
Not just a blanket of snow a top them, A chunk of snow apt to fall as They turn corners on a busy street
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2008/2009
Oak O’ Gold
by Brittany Divirgilio
