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seasonsSnow
Poem By:  David M.
03/23/2011
Snow, snow, everywhere,
In my face and in my hair,
On the rooftops, on the ground,
Snow keeps flying round and round.

Snow flying everywhere I see.
Snow, snow light as can be.
I step in the snow with my feet,
As the snow falls down with a steady beat.

On the ground it looks like a big white sheet.
It melts by the sun's steady heat.
 
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