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My mom and I make a bet When the first snowfall will stick. I won the five-bucks Last year, on Thanksgiving morning; A five-dollar-bill left right there, on my chair, In my room, making for an extra-great Thanksgiving. “So, we both lost” This year, my mom choosing “My Lucky Day”, and me, The day after. But the snow stuck This year; early November. ©2025Ellen Finn
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
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My mom and I make a bet When the first snowfall will stick. I won the five-bucks Last year, on Thanksgiving morning; A five-dollar-bill left right there, on my chair, In my room, making for an extra-great Thanksgiving. “So, we both lost” This year, my mom choosing “My Lucky Day”, and me, The day after. But the snow stuck This year; early November. ©2025Ellen Finn
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