A Smile Begins
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Ernestine Northover
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Sitting in the sun, on a cold frosty day,
Feeling all its warmth wash my cares away.
Crisp chilly air sending senses high,
Wisps of clouds float across the sky.
A touch of spring in the winter time,
Lifting spirits that start to climb,
And a smile begins to take its shape,
Sitting in the sun in a wild landscape.
© Ernestine Northover
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