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The steel gray clouds
of late December are heavy laden.
They have overcast the sky for days.
They are sullen and unyielding.
It looks as if it just might snow.
And thus the child of my soul
is awakened with hope and anticipation.
My mood soars to the clouds
as if to peek inside
upon waiting flakes to fall.
While the wind whirls
my mind with warm memories
of coziness
I am filled with contentment.
My heart feasts upon
the gloomy porridge sky.

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