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I wake up warm and fuzzy,
Then plant my two feet on the floor,
I rush to my window and my teeth start to chatter,
I try to look through,
But it is too foggy,
The frost is too thick,
I place my hand on,
And a new print forms,
The grass has little white tips,
And the trees like marshmallow fluff,
I remove my hand,
And it is clear,
Winter is here.
