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My Wonderland

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Frozen water
under a rusted bridge.
Snowballs flying
and children laughing.
Squirrels happily feasting
On their long-lost, just-found, stored acorns.
Snowflakes waltzing down
to rest on my hands and face,
each snowflake that chooses me
as a resting place is
a person.
Wishing for me.
For something good.
And I just know
that someone out there
Loves me.



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