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ITS SNOW FUN
Over the hill not fare away,
The snow is coming here to play,
It’s cold out side my feet are numb,
The kids all wait to have some fun.
In the morning when I wake,
There maybe snow out side my gate,
If there is I’ll stay inside,
Should I go out I’ll slip and slide.
My children though will be out there,
Building snowmen they don’t care,
For though it’s snowing freezing cold,
They don’t feel it like the old.
I’ll site inside and hide away,
Until the sun comes out to play,
But out the window I will watch,
My children playing snow man squash.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
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