Page 65 - Winter Poetry 2018
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I Hate Winter
The rising sun is blinding off the snow
As I step outside I realize that
I hate winter
The snow is annoying like bugs
Swarming over the golden grass
Other people think winter is great
As they admire the white, winter snow
But I don’t see what's so great about it
Outside is too cold
And the snow get dirty and gross
That's why I hate winter
Gabby S.