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One memory out of many |
| Snowflakes dancing down from above Gently landing one upon the other To form a blanket white as the dove The world now cloaked in robes of ermine Waits with deafening silence As throughout the land a new day begins The rising sun erupts upon the land Bringing choirs of snow angels And many a marching snowman band We quickly record this in our minds diary For soon with shovel, plow and blower Each snowflake will be but a memory. |