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Dec 2020
You know
We went for a walk in the snow
It was slippy, sloppy and wet
It’s not quite Stuck not yet
We got home
From our roam
And the snow flakes
Started falling again
Big fat fluffy flakes
The ones that makes
The snow stick on the ground
And outside there wasn’t a sound
So quiet, so white,
Daytime now not night
With the white of the snow
It looks pretty and bright
I love the snow
Now you well know
I love to watch the pretty snow
Flakes fall
And land on the ground without a sound
Everything is white
What a delight!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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