Snow
J
James McLain
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Am was I
the snow is white you are.
Leaves stitched cotton lace
across the barren
waste are you a love joy cloud?
A child has silent eyes
have you the sight?
Down it's floating down but
never up it feels
quite warm.
The bush is full and white
that's what snow is.
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