Friday, March 6, 2015

Poetry

Snow

Walk through the snow
Skid on the ice
Sled down the hills,
Catch all the mice,
Bundle up warm,
So no frostbite gets in,
The clouds are all coming,
It's winter again,
So let the snow fall,
And let the wind blow,
Let the ice glisten,
So that everyone will know.

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