Snow

January 17, 2014

Snow here

Snow there

Snow everywhere

Snow on the housetop

Snow on the trees

Thank God it's not upon me

We leave the snow at point A

Then what do you know

It followed us to B

I plead and plead

All day and all night

Cold white snow just please leave me

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