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The ice came,
One December night
And in the morning
Such chilling beauty nature wrought
Broken trees like matchsticks lie
Criss crossed over roads and power lines
Now a giant's game of pick-up sticks
Days and days of clean up
Just to make things right again
But for one December night of ice.
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