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As I lay my head on my pillow I look outside my bedroom window I see the slow falling snow Gently drifting to the ground below Covering the grass and trees That once used to be so evergreen Untouched and pristine Making all that is different the same What a beautiful scene it became
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Winter
As I lay my head on my pillow I look outside my bedroom window I see the slow falling snow Gently drifting to the ground below Covering the grass and trees That once used to be so evergreen Untouched and pristine Making all that is different the same What a beautiful scene it became
BrittanyHope
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
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