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Nov 2014
Sometimes,
I think that I'm
in a snowglobe,
shaking and
shivering away.
Feet are numb,
lips are blue,
and I'm frozen in place.
Then the pale giant's hands
come and
shake,
shake,
shake
me up.
Snowflakes fly and
little me shivers even more.
Miranda Lee
Written by
Miranda Lee  Neverland
(Neverland)   
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