Frosty Touch
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Jayne Louise Davies
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As the first frost of winter,
places its mark.
My garden lies silent,
I'm up like a lark.
For it's a bright morning,
A pure delight,
Not a cloud in the sky,
It's a natural sight.
I hear the birds singing,
A chorus so sweet,
A robin appears,
right there on my seat.
I've used many words,
that I put to the test,
But there's three words i love,
Nature Is Best.
Jayne Louise Davies
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