The Snow

The Snow, the snow
however so sweet,
The snow blows, glows
and that our treat

It topples, trims, melts, and goes,
Not even the experts; so called pros,
can accurately predict
how the snow blows

Even when we look at the sky,
We can see the snow come down,
and then it spreads it's wings and flies,
all over the town

That town is anxious
as it waits for the little snow,
all the children wait happily
as they all know;
that the snow will surley go,

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poem by Jon Van
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