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My mother had written in a letter that the snow hides the ugliness of the City
I mulled over in my mind the many ways that this is true
Children having a snowball fight
Snow falling at times very hard that things in front of me were out of sight
Forts and igloos were being built
children sleigh riding without any guilt
As the snow fell on the bare branches and limbs on trees
on the fences and roof tops children running with glee
A snowman rolled and lifted all three 
Coals for eyes a carrot as a nose a scarf around the neck twigs for the arms
Some held out their tongue to catch a snowflake or two
After while we noticed the cold in the house we went for a bowl of soup
Once we were warm on again our coats, scarfs and boots went
we would sing Let it snow Let it snow Let it snow
Falling backwards into the snow making snow Angels 
trying to make the best one
Mine is better than yours no one was sore but we wanted an adult to keep the score
Our arms and legs going in and out faster harder than the ones laying next to me
Jumping up we grab our sleds looking for the biggest hill we fled
We were not sure of much however there is one thing we will surely know
we wanted God to command it to always snow
Let It Snow Let It Snow Let It Snow

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