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snow and how it is beauty as all children are

Submitted:Sep 8, 2011    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Beauty fleetingly passes by

On the wing of a child

Tears flow down my eyes as I cry

For one who is meek and mild

The sun bounces down in rays

And in the city it's glowing

The smoke goes up and creates a haze

As it begins snowing

Babies in the thousand march

Upon the hill I know

The parents with their worrying eyes are starch

As their children play in the snow

The children begin to raise their snowman

And just as quickly their comes the sun

Then the snow begins to melt and ran

And the children lose their fun


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