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The Victor's Place 
Through window glass I gaze,Limbs dressed in wet white snow.Winter speaks of hardships,Finding warmth by fireside blaze.Two squirrels seek buried nuts,My neighbor bows to snow shovel.City salt spreader rumbles along.No ifs, ands and buts.God’s messenger proclaims:Make your hearts ready,the coming of the Lord is at hand.Strengthen the hands that are feeble,the knees that are weak, make steady.
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