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It was one of those February snowfalls landing on even the smallest of twigs in Michigan, USA.
Listen . . . can you hear
the soft pitter-patter of hush-hush snow
without the whistling wind to blow away blow
Oh, how lovely this quiet moment I prize
No worries, no doubts to which I despise
to cause me to miss this beauty before my eyes