Crisp (an acrostic poem)

Cold snowflakes danced on the swirling winds

Racing to see how fast they could blind me

I laughed at their tickles as they flew by

Slowly I skated across the pond

Proving that I wasn’t totally a sloth in bracing weather

 

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