It is like a feather,
Falling so gracefully to the ground.
Being so fluffy,
It creates not a sound.
Although you feel warm from within,
It will only make you much colder.
Oh no! Get inside!
To go sit beside the blazing hot fire.
It is so wet,
And initiates so many problems.
I throw a big fit,
That is why I do not like it.
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