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    January
     
    The days are short,
    The sun a spark
    Hung thin between
    The dark and dark.
     
    Fat snowy footsteps
    Track the floor.
    Milk bottles burst
    Outside the door.
     
    The river is
    A frozen place
    Held still beneath
    The trees of lace.
     
    The sky is low.
    The wind is gray.
    The radiator
    Purrs all day.
     
     
     
    John Updike
     
    snowflake
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                                                                                                                                              
     
                                                                                                                                                               
     
     
                                                                                                                                                                          
     

     
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