Cricket Creek Bog Storm Passing

The blizzard buffeted through the nights, day by day, blight by blight. 
Pale white over all could see,
An end to the blowout, seemed never to be. 
But this day, the second to last, 
The blizzard lessens, 
Blast by blast.
By tomorrow, all shall see...
The whiteout has left, 
The Teekons are free. 

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written by Nyra