E. E. Cummings on Winter

ladies and gen­teel men, i give you…winter!

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finite no
where,who;arrive s
trolling­ly

:alight white­ly and.

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flakes:are;guests;of t
wi
ligh

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the above po­em brought to you by e.e. cum­mings.

its snow­ing!

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