Posted on February 23, 2018
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Fresh snow on the trees- Purest of white- The little boy sees At dawn’s first light. With sparkling eyes, He springs from bed. And bellows the cry, “Hey, Dad! Let’s sled!” -Wills (2/20/18)
Category: Poetry, ThoughtsTags: Poem, Poetry, sled, snow
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