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Aug 2020
All snowflakes are the same
It may be a wonder while
You’re walking within a
wait... stop the alliteration

Literally you can see me
Plant the seed that
Won’t grow
Who knows?

Slippery substances
Have never been my
Forte as I foray
Through life

Like those snowflakes
That all stay the same
Weather you agree
Or not, they al-
Ways come this

Time
Of
The
Year
Tim Eichhorn
Written by
Tim Eichhorn  Cleveland, Ohio
(Cleveland, Ohio)   
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