Snow
This is snow to go,
Perhaps not as cold,
But it never gets old.
And it certainly won't be quite as wet.
Hold it in your hands,
Open up the crystal,
Perhaps the snow queen could take a walk in the woods?
Maybe not quite so far,
But you could carry the snow crystal out to the park.
We could have lunch and a lark.
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