Well today was a snow day, so here's a poem.
Wake up hours late,
and think "Great,
no school today
time to play.
Hang out inside
or outside, you decide.
No work to do
i love snow days, this is true.
Yeah, not exactly my best poem. My creativity seems to be shot right now. Here's a past snow poem.
Snow floats down to the ground
Falling softly and without a sound
The grass is covered with white
Snow is such a delight
It makes everything pure and new
Making the world seem honest and true
The ground is a blank canvas for artlet your imagination come from your heart
Build a snow-man, make a snow-angel, live, laugh, and enjoy life
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