Horrid Snow

December 16, 2009
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Snow, snow it's you I can't bear,
for you freeze my frizzy hair.

I look forward to sunshine,
and if I don't see it, you'll pay a fine.

I'm as cold as a breeze in the mid-winter night,
I looked in the mirror and my face was white.

Even though I like to play in you,
you always somehow end up in my shoe.

Where, oh where is summer?
A long ways away, that's a bummer.

I'll give you a plow,
Poof! You're gone; I'll give a bow.





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AnonymousOne said...
Jun. 5, 2011 at 10:53 pm
I like the first stanza and the third stanza, but the second and last don't really feel the connection with the others. If you keep up the first and third stanza writing, it would be really good.
 
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