I heard a song that sounds like snow
Notes drifted lightly to and fro.
Filling holes and making clean
At once opaque and glistening.
My toes are cold beside the fire.
I sent them out in weather dire.
They grabbed the cold and brought it in
And will not let it go again.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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There is a letter on its way...
did you get my letter?
kara
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