Blizzard

February 7, 2010
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The floor is covered with flurries,
flying from the endless white sky.
Not one is lost,
always with a place to land
and sprinkle its sparkling bliss.

Each with its own special place,
and a significance inconspicuous to most.
Every one with a uniqueness
in its shape, size, and pattern,
adding to the blizzard of many.





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