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Mar 2015
The rain is falling
the birds are calling
outside of my open door
I sit inside
I forgot all pride
but longed for a heart of snow.

My soul grows weary
my thoughts are dreary
inside of my mind so old
though I am not aged
I am my body's cage
I long for a heart of snow.

I walk halls each day
dismiss all delay
Just try to be on time
I keep every class
I pass when I pass
I still look for my heart of snow.
Porter Olsson
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Porter Olsson  U.S.A.
(U.S.A.)   
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   David Ehrgott
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