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Jack Frost

Jack Frost

Jack paid a visit to my home
And left his mark behind.
No rime on the lawn this time,
Dead or dying plants remain,
Proof of his passing.

Poinsettias that were in bloom,
Hibiscus sheltered by a wall,
A lovely Frangipani tree,
Withered and brown, foul to see.
Sadness is all.

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