"Snow"

By Chuck Wollett and Matt Milam

The drifts of snow are through my door

The drifts of snow are on my floor

The drifts of snow are in my bed

The drifts of snow are on my head

The snow comes through the windows

At an ever faster rate

And yet we must learn to love

And not hate.

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