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White Wolf
The white wolf
Walks down a trail,
A majestic wolf is he
The cold winter winds, he inhales.
With bright blue eyes
So big and round,
He jumps in the snowbank
And gets himself a mouse, that's brown.
He leaps and he pounces
It looks so cute,
The blue-eyed white wolf
Is such a beaut.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.27/2005
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