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While I'm fixiated on this wonderful Christmas snowstorm, here is a poem I wrote several years ago.
A snowflake so fragile. Alone, what can it do?
Then come two, now five, wait… nine,
all still
seemingly quite benign.
A snowflake, so fragile what can it do?
Alone, not much except look pretty,
yet together they can conquer a city.
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