Snow Down the hill a pach of snow. White and fuffy it falls down slow. Everybody has to love snow. If the don't know. It would be funny if it glows. Everybody can see the expression on your face, because it shows. It fells soft against your face. It takes up a whole lot of space. It can go on trees and a lot of joy it brings. It snows on your swings and it isn't green. It sometimes makes me scream. The snow makes me sing. When you breath it makes steam. So have sweet dreams. And we say good bye to thee.Birth sign: Virgo
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