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| S N O W C L O U D S Above the elm and maple tree an elegance draws near. And landscape bows to royalty as wintertime is here. Snow clouds touch a withered field and trails where pinecones hide. Memories falling will reveal another countryside. The earth receives her ivory crown, the season can begin. Tonight, I lay my burdens down; it's snowing, once again. Author: Irish Rose |
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| Page created by Ryette/ Nov. 2002 Reviewed January 2004 |