Snow Day
Glistening crystalized,
The sights of the powdery white,
The eternal negative degrees,
Hoping the following day to be off,
Ensuring all goes nicely on this magnificent day,
Throwing the powdery clear substances at my sister,
Smacked in face with dirty snow,
Going inside to wash off,
This is my Horrid beautiful snow day.
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