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Picture PerfectThere is a picture Hanging on my wall With snowy mountains And trees so tall, There sits a cabin Resting on the snow so white, From the window There is a bright shining light, Outside the front door A few steps to the right There stands a little bridge Where lovers' meet On a cold winters night, As I sit back and rest In the warmth of my chair I can only imagine How it feels to be there By Julia 20-8-2005 Vote for this poem
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