Deer Prints In the Snow
No one else would notice
The little things he saw
An old letter
Or the romance books
He refused to throw away
It was these things
Kept as reminders
To an old heart
From a young time
Sort of like waking up
On a frosty
Snow filled morning
You don’t have to see them
To know they were here
Just look on the ground
And see the deer prints
In the snow
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