winter trip of world

this is the bus of trip

its a very cold grip

this ice age is in the gear

bears,bees and deer

are in there sector

its like a big reflecter

the whiteness of snow

the sun is in a blow

nice and warm caves

the frozen waves

this is really cold

winter is about to fold

This poem is about: 
Our world

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