March 9, 2012
When I think of snow I think of happiness
I think of happiness that is
beyond what the average eye can see
Ohh my what a beautiful sight
The way it falls upon the tree
I sit and watch it all through the night.
Mother tells me I will catch a cold
So I sit and sulk in my sorrow
I beg and beg but she keeps a stronghold
She said, “maybe you can go out and play tomorrow.”
I get excited although this is depressing
I might as well go to bed and count my blessings.

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