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The pure white snow coats the ground,
Taking away the wonderful birds sound.
The children are all yelling in joy,
Wanting to turn the snow into a toy.
The teacher tries to teach English,
But to be outside is all the kids wish.
Snow for us is joyous, we all scream and shout,
I wonder if for you it's the same, all the running about.
I hope the snow is still as pure as a newborn child.
Are you all still trying to break all the rules, being wild?
Today I am the starving poet trying to make it,
Maybe you are a poet who is actually making it.
Just remember life isn't all bad,
And one day you'll miss all you had.
Connect The Arts Guild : Poetry,Writing,Theatre,Art,Music
Where artists of all types gather to discuss and share art, writing, dance, music, and performance art.
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