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| Taken from PaperTissue. |
As I call it.
When the snow is huge
And lumpy
And just sort of wafts down.
Like a dropped feather
Or a tissue in the wind.
And all snowglobes have a scene in them.
Ours would be a night scene of
Children...
Yes, we are children...
Running down a hill, sledding,
Laughing, yelling,
Falling, and having fun.
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