Monday, November 28, 2011

Snowflake Poem


Snowflakes 
(Sung to: Sailing, Sailing)
Snowflakes, Snowflakes
Falling to the ground.
Each one rests so gently
They never make a sound.
Snowflakes, Snowflakes
Are so pure and white.
The special thing about them is
No two are alike.

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