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Aug 2019
Pillow fight moments,
          as a snow storm

of feathers

                       coat the room in a allure.

                     Weightless
snow ball fights ensue,

                tickling those they gently grace.

                         Parents walk in,  
stillness as the last feather descends.

Then laughter,
                as mum & dad do pillow

                 snow angels on the floor.
Poetic T
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